Hypnagogic

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Footsteps pounding through the halls

Harsh whispers in the air

Stumbling--like you just might fall

Seized with fear


"It's just your imagination,"

I say, but it falls on

Deaf ears and blind eyes still enraptured

By the shadows of pre-dawn


The thoughts become tattered

"It's just your imagination."


Leave the light burning

Up the volume of the static-filled radio

Ignore your stomach churning

And remember, losing yourself in the audio


"It's just your imagination."

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