POETRY
By Roy Tarbell, Orleans Correction Facility
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DREAMS
What scares me most?
What fills me with dread?
It’s going to sleep
And laying down my mind;
That’s when dreams come
While I’m sleeping in bed;
To invade my head;
With images of you and me
Images I cannot bear to see.
Waiting for dayl...
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