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The Dream

The blue eyes are cold, and angry. There is nothing I can do, I can't move, I can't breath and I can't look away. Slowly he moves over to me, his hand reaches out and I close my eyes. I have foreseen my own death long before this, so I do not fear him. I know he will not kill me, I have seen it. The man bends down and his hand gently brushes my cheek. My eyes snap open and I see how close he is. His eyes are intense and his face is set in determined lines. He grabs the back of my neck and brings his lips to mine.
I awake from the dream.




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