She wipes away my tears
And deletes my memory,
Soothing the future's fears.
Nightmares try their best
But their black trauma dies
As soon as I awake
To know them as bleak lies.
Those lonely wakeful hours
Are enemies of life.
They eat away at hope
And scar me like a knife.
So let me lie asleep,
My eyes closed tight and dancing
To the music of wild dreams,
Replete with our romancing.
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