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Jun 2014
Charred man with no eye-lids
Leaning over the end of my bed
(he stares at me when I try to sleep)
(so now I try not to)
because I don't want his fingers up my leg
or his other hand around my neck
and I don't want to become ash
Before I even get to live
Boooooring, but it was an awful awful awful nightmare
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   Marshall CB Hiatt, --- and Julia
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