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Sleep, is a nightmare, come to rest

These hands upon my body, pressed

Have they come to haunt my being?

Or is this an illusion, I am seeing?

Still I sleep, and do not awake

But I can feel my body quake

And tremble, like the ground that shifts

Yet, no words are falling, from my lips

I continue, to lie here, to contemplate

Knowing, these nightmares, seal my fate


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