Day 14

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Wake up my heart racing

Get up and start pacing

I saw the face it was clear

I saw the face it was near

Face of a man, not a boy

Playing with me like a toy

Now I must find this face

I start to quicken my pace

Then my body took over

Instinct flight not fight

Running blindly through the trees

So fast I can't even see

A building ahead

And I think I see a head

The face from my dreams

He pulls a gun, not on my team

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