Nightmares

 

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Nightmares run screaming

Behind the closed cupboards

Of your sleeping

They race beneath the floorboards

And hide in your mattress

Restless, your eyelids flicker

Fear becomes fright

And the terror wakes you

Your heart is beating fast

Your breath impossible

Wait, open your eyes

Drink the water by your bed.

Morning is on its way.

 

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