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I stand there, screaming for Mama,

but the words become silent, gray fog.
Gol says, Mama is here, you just need to look,

in Dave’s voice.
Slowly the moon turns to Mama’s face, smiling down at me.

I cry tears of joy, which become white, cold snow,
like knives falling down your face, making tiny little cuts.

And then, that face becomes a flying gun,

speeding right towards me,
before I awake.

SLEEP STORY II
(From writer’s point of view)

A normal morning.
Vegemite toast with butter and avocado,

makes a normal breakfast.

The waves crashing on our beach.
We just admire them.

No reason to be afraid,
no reason to feel scared

or anxious,

no fear of human contact,
just normal again.

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Noah Grob

Emerald L.A.
Ed. Eliza Raben

SLEEP STORY I
I feel the hot grass under my feet

and the blazing sun on my back.
Not burdened yet with the regret

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