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dreams, fake friends, friends, ghosts, haunting, Night Owl Poetry, nightmares, past, poems, poetry, Restless Nights

Friends of Old, Invade my Dreams
Their Vacant looks, their Hollow Screams
Taunting me, to Come and Play
Pushing, Pulling, from every Way
Why do they ever Haunt my Being
What is it that I’m not Seeing
Their faces Pale, their Eyes Agleam
Friends aren’t always what they Seem
©2015 Dorinda Duclos All Rights Reserved
