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I had a dream once at night during sleep

That plays at the dark corners of my mind

Of my phone shattering, glass breaking more

Sounds strange for a nightmare within the deep

It shows I'm scared of quaking too, to find

I'm broken, and nothing great is in store.

But cracked screens can be repaired once again

And sometimes you may need to be assigned

A new phone, for damage goes to its core

Restore all the things lost before, and then

Healing

Plastic Bottle

A boy snuck off with his father one night

Across a river, the harsh view of guns,

And bullets watching for one slight mistake.

A plastic bottle drifted down forthright

The boy, used to glass that burned in the sun

Just longed for a bottle that wouldn't break.

Arriving over the deadly river,

They found a new land, the man and his son

And each step in the new land came new stakes

The boy took a bottle; his hands quivered

"Plastic."

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