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Apr 2016
****** nightmare
The moment you’re touched by his dark, shadow like hand,
You fall into a dream from which you cannot wake.
Dreams are his territory, and within,
His power is immense.
Free to rifle through memories
Deep within the recess of your mind,
His skill is to extract
And manipulate
Leaving your mind in disorder.
Siddeeqah Glover
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Siddeeqah Glover  22/F
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