ericjasongastelum - 2/23/2009 6:50 AM ET
mmmmmmm nightmares. mmmmmmmm deceit. mmmmmmmmm winter. mmmmmmmmmm gloom. i believe you said almost all my favorite words.
Dreams are prized white lies; they give free bliss through deceit. Dreams even, sometimes, in sweet illusions's winter, thwart the approach of nightmares. My English teacher in high school told me this poem made her blood run cold. At the time I believed it partially, but now it is just a memory that I wince at. Gloom and sadness vanish in the sunlight, and I now walk in the meadow of summer. |
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