Nightmares 3

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A thin, unstable body
No face, no eyes, no features
He inches closer, coming to me
I look away, I become petrified
He can't be real, he's in my mind
His arms are long and thin
He has such unnatural hands
More like claws
Made up of darkness, I can tell
I swear this night feels like a stay in hell.

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