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Interrupted Slumber 
By Mark T., Malden, MA
I stare up to my ceiling,
My head in a pink cloud.
Waiting for my body to go numb.
Watching, waiting... gazing
Funny how the design on my ceiling looks like
Thousands of long-playing albums
Just scattered there.
Watching, waiting... for them to fall
Upon my weary head.
Shatter on the floor,
The bed...
My skull.
The pain!
I shudder at the thought.
"Why me?" I ask myself.
"Why not!" I reply.
"Because you are here!" a voice whispers.
My dream has begun.
Forgetting the pain,
Ignoring the cloud,
Slipping into unconsciousness.
My only recollection is of the dream...
Of her.










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