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2025 Bad Poet: Day 3

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I had this dream a week or so ago. I don’t remember before then, but I remember the trucks. And fear. And running. Here’s the poem I wrote, along with my daily drawing.

Five ton trucks with
troops pouring out
I run
I wake

Too real and
surreal

Panting
Heart racing
Trying to unsee
the violence of that dream

Deep breaths
Counting sheep
wearing camo

Drifting
Sliding
back towards
sleep

What connects with you? How does this make you feel?

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