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He caressed her soft skin as she wept under the spell of her terror induced dreaming
Soon she woke up screaming
Her eyes still shut
Frightened by the touch
She crouched in the corner
He tried to comfort her, but
She lived the dream
Didn't know it wasn't real
She could no longer feel
A corpse rotting from the inside out
Couldn't even shout
Just sobbed until she woke
Then questioned the words that she had spoke
For she was cursed with fears but he was the only one to know the tears
He wouldn't tell her what he knew
To keep her memories from being new
He tossed and turned through the night
She cant be cured so she'll fight
With bloodshot dreary eyes
He woke to her with nothing but a smile
She soothed his soul as much as he did hers
They lived in comfort with their demons
Scars came back and would fade again
They were rain and a good book
Each others pain killers
And took each other in like morphine
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