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A Monster in My Bed MAG

By Anonymous

Last night I dreamed
She was in my nighttime thoughts also
At a foreign housecrowded with people
I watched from behind a glass pane
She danced andmingled
And with my face to the glass
She kissed him
We finally made eyecontact
Then tracks leading away from each other
I woke up feeling like acandle at the end of its wick
Sitting in sweat without breath
I miss thedays when a monster was the worst thing I could dream up





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