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When is a Dream a Dream?
by Patrick T. Randolph

Someone’s in the house,
I hear footsteps in my room—
Thing is, I’m alone.

Midnight— my eyes open wide.
Ghosts from my childhood— wake up.



























 

 

 

 


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