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Nightmares

In my dreams I see her face, Her smoky presents I almost taste, Her empty eyes cut to my heart, Her bloodless hands tear me apart. She speaks my name with ice blue lips, Her hollow voice with venom drips, She grabs my face so I can see, She is never free of me. I wake up and I look around, I hold my breath at any sound, It felt so real and now I see, What her passing did to me. I’ll try to free her lonely sole, This will be my life time goal, Then I’ll sleep the whole night through, And she will rest forever to.

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