Sometimes when I open my eyes,
In between the moment of my sight adjusting too the blackness,
I wonder if I will see you or a creature lurking in the grey
It keeps me awake at night
Seeing as I can't decide which would be worse and the what the difference between you and it would be...
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PoetryPoems to feed your soul Some old and new Be wary that the content is raw and open
