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Hypnotics

They used to say that the dead spoke to us in our dreams.

So drag me down into dark, silent slumber.

Let me rest a while with the peaceful dead

Before I awake alone,

Cold, scared, scarred,

Starved of spirit in the painfully bright and

Bitter waking dawn.

Jack Blare, 2016

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