As a child and young adultmy dreams were sometimes torturedby beings who thirsted formy powerless body or souland I entered awakeningwith quaking relief. These dreams have deserted me.The nocturnal panic that bound mein frenzied anguish is gone.I am wizened by the lack,for more than gratifying fantasythey assured me of my substance. My bad dreams are…

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