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Sunday, December 12, 2010

Visiting With An Incubus

The incubus sat
Icy chills raced through limbs
Sore and begging for
Sweet, sweet relief, sleep
To knit the raveled
Sleeve of care, to bring peace while
Chaos swirled and a panic struck
Erstwhile sleeper wept and begged
The incubus laughed and began his work
While the chill raced up and through, a curious heat ran through too,
and with heavy limbs, and teary eyes the Sleeper cried out
And then... it was morning.

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