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I had a dream
Last night, I had a dream
One that did not make me scream.
There were trees instead of bricks
Butterflies instead of ticks.
I wore a soft shirt,
One not covered in dirt.
I heard no orders, heard no shouts.
Took a deep breath, and let go of my doubts.
My fear vanished, my heart stopped pounding,
I settled down after taking in my surrounding.
There was a meadow, not a factory,
Perhaps life was looking up for me.
If only mommy and daddy were there,
I looked around but didn’t see them anywhere.
With the wind behind me, I strolled along,
Quietly whistling my favorite song.
Last night, I dreamt of freedom.

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