It's 3am

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I ache to return to my dreams,

The place where we remain.

Only there am I still yours;

Such a bittersweet land it is.


I cannot let myself give in,

I know the alternative;

A world where the demons have free range. 

They tread on my heart,

And tear up my soul - leaving only

A shell of what was there before.


Stuck between states,

My purgatorial space.

n.b.

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