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My Imagination

It frightens me

Not often, but still so

Dreaming up monsters that lurk in the dark

While I sleep cozily in bed.

My imagination

It frightens me

Not often, but still so

While I lie warm and sleepy,

My subconscious

Is whirring

Is creating

Is placing me in nightmares

My imagination

It frightens me

Not often, but still so...






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