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She laid there tossing
Each subtle dream now crossing The blinded boundary, that is the mind The demons lurk the empty spaces The rising evil that she now faces That leave the will of dreams confined And now her soon lifeless eyes Seem doomed to visualize The myriad of reality that has fallen The demons march inside her quarters A mass of shadows to support her Carry her to a place she has never been Tiny shadows carving signatures in her skin When she awakes, then falls the madness Knowing answers, that trap the sadness With variety of endless potpourri But if she wakes, is the question The shadows keep with her, obsession Her life set in stone, yet without guarantee Her naked body floating lifeless on a dream
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