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You are my night terror.
Behind my eyelids you move, and me, you own.
Sweat sheened skin slides on cheap slickened sheets,
And your mouth is the silencer to every moan.

You are my day terror.
I am laid torpid by your blue soul stare;
Languishing in longing, lust, lamed by love,
Loneliness and doubt. Because you can leave without a care.

You terrorise me.
I’ve fallen even further than you know,
And you can read it all, yet remain marble,
Shattering me with more uncertainty each time you go.

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