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Aug 2015
Bad dreams stalk the nights
powerful, ugly scenes
people from the past, tormented.
Folk you really would, and did
part company with, unhealthy
those you could only travel
so far with, without harming yourself.
They are all alive and well
in the dark of the nights
larger than life so it seems
But they posses no real power
and come morning, they have gone
gone back from whence they came.
Written by
nivek
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