I Dream Inside A Bubble Where I Live
J
James McLain
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Hidding from bad dreams,
and sleeping
underneeth the sea,
I hide from thee.
Tell me,
do you think I have a chance
to catch a break
if the wrong man wins?
On storm wrecked shore
each,
foamy wave
moves,
sand about my face.
In another
life
one shan't refuse.
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