Well, whatever. Here's the proper assignment. But I'm keeping the other poem, too. :')
I Don't Like To Dream
i shot a man twice in the face with his own gun
after i had stabbed him in the stomach.
i could not move (horrified)
paralyzed as i stared at my ceiling.
i couldn't flip the goddamn switch.
A thousand pardons if I was unclear. This sounds like a terrible dream.
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