A bad dream will protrude in the new light And the first conscious breathe will lapse, Until the warm air of morning kills the night.

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aehrhard Community member

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The dreams that linger. The scary, weird ones.

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A bad dream will protrude in the new light And the first conscious breathe will lapse, Until the warm air of morning kills the night.

The dark images now simmer but not burn. And the chaser and the tormentor must wait, Until the moon composes the next nocturne.

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