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Two more short poems





There is no solace
no true rest
for a mind and soul
haunted by the ghosts
of dreams murdered
before they had a chance
to live








There is a sleeper
with a secret desire
one prayer
for one simple request-
asking only that
he may never wake
to face the new day












by: Karen Damon 1987





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