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night came
and talked
with me
as she
perched on
my bed post,
she spoke of
darkness and
poor dead
things
we kissed
and I no
longer feared
nightmares
Published 21st Feb 2024
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21st Feb 2024 00:41am
21st Feb 2024 3:01am
Nightmares are seldom so easy to come to terms with since they grow our so many events in the waking world.
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hugs,
buddhakitty.
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hugs,
buddhakitty.
