Some Kind Of Angel

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Night casts eerie shadows upon the wall,
distorting the reality tonight.
Plagued by diseased images of the mind,
I toss and turn in my fitful slumber.
Darkness clouds my mind like ink to water,
spreading till everything remains black.
Eyelids flutter until I have awakened,
startled into the silhouettes that are
this room. Fear creeps over my shoulder, but
there is nothing to fear, for my angel lies
sleeping beside me. Safely tucked beneath
his wings, I may slumber onward tonight,
with his warmth burying me so sweetly.
A serene calm brushes over my cheek,
allowing sleep to follow it softly

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