While the tears dried down,
Leaving a trail down her cheeks,
Her tired eyes devoid of drip,
Begged for some rest.
Wadding off to sleep,
The poor soul didn’t know,
That the daemon of dreams,
Was waiting to rip her apart again!
….Sara
While the tears dried down,
Leaving a trail down her cheeks,
Her tired eyes devoid of drip,
Begged for some rest.
Wadding off to sleep,
The poor soul didn’t know,
That the daemon of dreams,
Was waiting to rip her apart again!
….Sara
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