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A dark, spiky, intangible mass Hurtles towards the sleeper with the precision of cutglass. Like the 9/11 victim dreaming about the imminent attack, The sleeper has no agency to backtrack.
--Jodie
‘I dream of you’ They say, all good things must come to an end, But my heart longs to see you once more, In my dreams you do ascend, And simply enter through the front door. Your voice sends joy through my veins, I'll hold your hand always, you once said, Your loving warmth cures all of my pains, And seeing you my soul is fed. When the morning sun rejoices, You have long departed from my view, I shed a tear just to hear your voice And in my dreams there is only you.
--Poppy
