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Nightmare in A Minor

A horrible feeling, a tremble within

A terrible fear is churning just beneath skin

A ripple, and then a still tide

Is this relief or a warning from the other side?

 

A rapid decent, a forgotten shame

A broken down factory, a whispered name

Offal reminders strung out in strange code

Hammer on minds hushed and shadowed

 

Breaking light, a washed out sea

Haunted by the sudden epiphany

A ghostly waltz and a fluttering wing

Is it the dark that is feared or the delicate things?

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