She eats chocolate before the sandman covers her eyes
and hopes it will make her dream of love.
Keeps the covers up high over her nose in a lump
So the shadows wont return from above.
Cant stop sleeping can you
cant stop thinking will you
we hope our thoughts will stop the dread of after.
but fear the after
like a small child afraid of the unknown.
and wait for mourning.
Always afraid of the dark.
Of farwells and lost goodbyes.
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