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Words feed themselves
VASSALLO
ALFRED
POET
A DREAM TURNS TO A NIGHTMARE
Floating in the air was the coffin that I saw,
Inside it, I found myself,
It was freezing surrounding….
Hard of breathing
As a pair of hands my neck clutching,
I felt smothered,
Sharp nails scratched with blood I was covered……
I wanted to shout
I couldn’t open my mouth,
I yelled for help
No help arrived
I know I was dying…..
I woke up
Finding myself reborn again
I have no eyes
The mouth is too big
I take a deep breath…..
I am awake!
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