For Nette Onclaud's In Honor Of An Ode Poetry Contest
I am she who craves sweet sleep. Then comes a sickening creep who stalks me all through the night. Into my mind he does seep. Great unease I cannot fight. Eyes closed, at blackness I stare. Stealing my dreams, he's still there.
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