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Nocturnal Tremors
Dreams fade, at the beginning of the morning sun
Forgetting nocturnal tremors
Of the horror that our subconscious pursues
We forget all the beauty we ever hope to achieve.
That which gives us pleasure and enjoyment,
in the middle of the night.
Why is all forgotten?
As soon as the morning light arrives?
Forgetting nocturnal tremors
Of the horror that our subconscious pursues
We forget all the beauty we ever hope to achieve.
That which gives us pleasure and enjoyment,
in the middle of the night.
Why is all forgotten?
As soon as the morning light arrives?
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