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A field of daisies taunt me.
Haunt my dreams every night.
So tall and thick I can’t see.
Cloying me with their sweet breath.
I’m always alone in this field.
Big daisies everywhere I look.
Facing me with their silly grins.
Thank god this is only a book.
THE DEAD GAME
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