Dark dreams
bring boiling fears back,
weave their ghostly thread,
into embracing black.
My mind could not last,
I’ve joined dear folks,
I couldn’t stand the past,
please, stop the racing clocks.
I do not fear death,
I will forever rest,
the earth will have my breath.
My dreams, that’s your bequest.
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