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Mar 2013
The dreams
Are scratching
  The side of my brain
Bone fingers poking through the membrane
R.E.M sleep the ghosts seep in through the cracks
They sing to me-
       The sweet nightmares
          A demon whispers wordless
              Right beside my ear
                 "Do you want to **** me?"
JL
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JL  United States
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