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Nightmares rock my crib I wake    scream cling relax into the arms of the man who always finds me. The strong, shaking arms of the man who clings back in desperation. I feel tears drip onto my head                   drip                   drip                   drip I nuzzle closer, offer my own comfort. But it was I who had the nightmare. Maybe my father foresees the nightmares Perhaps his trembling arms hold back the nightmares It might be that beyond his arms the nightmares run free. Yet I settle…          relax…          dose… Warmth spreads from his arms to me. My eyes fall closer and the nightmares Fade. I see my father holding my hand as we walk along the river. I see the moon above us and my father’s chin sprouting hair in the moonlight. Everything is good. But it was I who had the nightmare…
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Sep 9, 2014
Sep 9, 2014 at 10:26 AM UTC
I had the Nightmare
Nightmares rock my crib I wake    scream cling relax into the arms of the man who always finds me. The strong, shaking arms of the man who clings back in desperation. I feel tears drip onto my head                   drip                   drip                   drip I nuzzle closer, offer my own comfort. But it was I who had the nightmare. Maybe my father foresees the nightmares Perhaps his trembling arms hold back the nightmares It might be that beyond his arms the nightmares run free. Yet I settle…          relax…          dose… Warmth spreads from his arms to me. My eyes fall closer and the nightmares Fade. I see my father holding my hand as we walk along the river. I see the moon above us and my father’s chin sprouting hair in the moonlight. Everything is good. But it was I who had the nightmare…
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Sep 9, 2014
Sep 9, 2014 at 10:26 AM UTC
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