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Dreamcatcher I

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Strands of animals twisted in the air

Strung taught, woven and held with hair

Fixtured wtih feathers and charms of good grace

Hung with tethers, delicate as lace

It turns in the daylight, burning its catch

And you sit un-awares of this silent dispatch

But at night, while you dream

It hangs in its place to filter the stream

Of thoughts that rush to your head

Filling your mind as you lay in your bed

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