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#WritcoPoemPrompt37
In the quietest part of the night,
When she hover between dark and light,
Wondering if she can float away on dreams,
Hoping they won't turn into screams...
life was just mesirable to her,
enemy are just inside...
In the quietest part of the night,
When she hover between dark and light,
Wondering if she can float away on dreams,
Hoping they won't turn into screams...
life was just mesirable to her,
enemy are just inside...
