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Her Nightmare

 

Late at night in her dreams

Faces come out and make her scream

 

Some are near, others far away

They never move, they never sway

 

Unless she moves for then they’ll chase

At a never-ending frantic pace

 

They never stop their haunting game

For when she awakes it’s still the same

 

The haunting face is still very near

She sees it watching from the mirror

🌷(4)

◄ The Storm

Finley's Favorite Ball ►

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