Nightmare
Dream
Soccer field
Grass was green
No snow not drought
Sun was knife cut the sky
And blood was maroon so dry
Horizon remained far I hand cross
Web-like but was coming cat cradles
In the web the seagull, spotty and brown
One I caught, was ugly, it flapped strong
Blood-eyed had terror, cried a stench
I grabbed the sharp knife to attack
Dreadful were that and my plan
Suddenly flew a huge gang
In no time all over and
So blood and blood
Poured as flood
From my
Nose
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