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Dream

Always afraid to rest for long.

Always afraid to lay down, for when the night comes barging in,

and my eyes shut close-

she comes again.

A slight, dark sihouette, no wings, no fairy dust, none of the shit you hear about,

shes cold and mysterious, with a stare that pierces your soul. And you lay there,

helpless

hopless

full of fear for what she brings this time.

And so your mind opens up to her, there is no choice about it, you’re

helpless

hopless

and full of fear as she fills you with the horrors of the world.

And so you dream.

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