Scorpions

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While I sleep, I fear they crawl all over me,

Ready to sting me, inject their poison.

With claws that pinch and draw blood,

I have to take a deep breath, pretend I'm wrong.

Pretend they won't attack me in my bed, 

Or surprise me in the shower, to make me scream.

I fear them so intensely.

I just have to remember: it's just a dream. 

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