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Nightmares

Cold sweat
Quiet screams
Make believe threats
From demented dreams
Blood and fears
From ghosts unseen
Wake me in tears
From the murky in-between
I'll sit here and panic
Alone in my bed
Thinking I'm as manic
As these monsters in my head

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