I've had my very last crush,
THANK YOU-
enough for this lifetime, yes,
I did my time as your
dream girl.
I woke up underground
for settling;
for just lying there
while you shoveled the dirt,
complaining of the sweat in your eyes.
Now, I'm crazy-cozy as
your nightMARE running
free, as {your} nights run
on and on and on...
Enough-
I'm ready to dream
a little dream of Me,
Happy nightMARES.
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