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Nightmare

Nightmare rides the wild stallion and treads over my soul like a wheat field in summer. Nightmare wings over trees and hides under bushes remaining unseen until darkness. Nightmare reaches out from under the bed, pulling the covers and sending a chill up my spine. Nightmare appears all too often on lonely days and sleepless, starless nights. Dream flows into the room, her dress following, leaving a trail of glitter and pushes nightmare aside so I can sleep.

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