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#WritcoPoemPrompt82
#WritcoPoemPrompt82
At night I lay in bed,
I drift towards my sleep,
The eve becomes a shadowed red,
My slumbers never deep,
The silence, it is deafening
The tone, it will not cease
The demons are awakening
To twist and tweak my dreams
Motionless I lie in wait
For what this night may bring
When morning comes
I shall become
A shadowed memory
At night I lay in bed,
I drift towards my sleep,
The eve becomes a shadowed red,
My slumbers never deep,
The silence, it is deafening
The tone, it will not cease
The demons are awakening
To twist and tweak my dreams
Motionless I lie in wait
For what this night may bring
When morning comes
I shall become
A shadowed memory
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