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Fears
I see them,
Like no one else does –
Shadows that glide
In strange forms
And gnaw at a spot
Right in the middle.
Like bile they rise
And seep into my heart.
I lie still, staring at the
Fan blades that cycle along,
Waiting for closure,
Till their next journey.
Why does the night
Carry within its womb
All that the daylight
With its ceaseless sounds eclipses?
Fears are mean.
Or perhaps cowardly.
They wait for the mind
To fall into slumber
Before they invade.
Let me count some sheep.
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