Poem – Sewn

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I closed my eyes, and the nightmare went away, those masked faces that haunt my day.
But the dreams soon followed, and I could see; mouths sewn shut, never to be free.

Published by timothyfrench15

Hello, my name is Timothy French. I’m a blogger, writer, and author of Every Yard Is A Grave. A Post-Apocalyptic Novella.

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