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When eyes were just shut
being blind, in the darkest,
a moving black shadow.
Turned my blind eye,
to the witches in disguise.
It was not mere dream.
Wild noises, bright eyes
neither slept nor awake,
heart squeezed out every now.
My breath counts, who was
that to follow me, night mares.
Fearful indeed, groans !
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