A Writer's Fantasy
Sleep has caught the author unaware.
Not like she has any care.
Within slumber ideas rush,
Just as well spectators hush.
Within her dreams cats fly on wings,
Animals talk, an otter sings.
Within nightmares evil resides,
Even on the lowest tides.
All these things together come,
To make a story as one!
THNX
Sapphirrianna
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I am commited heart and soul to my principles and to my God.
God, I hate 14-year-old me.