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40.
Perilous these night terrors
That hand grabs my throat
The mind beads and quivers
Context flees like a defeated
Army: the cloud a mushroom
That came over and over
Since I was a child.
Perilous these night terrors
That hand grabs my throat
The mind beads and quivers
Context flees like a defeated
Army: the cloud a mushroom
That came over and over
Since I was a child.