hands
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the back of my neck
feels breath being thrown and blown
but when i turn around, no one is there
but not seeing a being doesn't mean that i'm alone
have the bad guys broken in
are the old boys reuniting like lightning
and spilling right into my nightmares
if so
can you wake me up
please wake me up
have i achieved a level of loneliness
where every setting sun is worse that the last one
have i received the appropriate preparation
to calm my apparent apparitions
am i just filthy
i place my hand on the back of my neck
and i can almost swear
that someone's cold hand
is already there
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