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Dec 2018
At night,
when I close my eyes,
The Dream Workers come.

And in the morning,
when I open them,
The Dream Workers leave.

But one day,
they never left.
The end might not make sense unless you really think about the title.
Tasnim Uddin
Written by
Tasnim Uddin  13/F
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