One day to me in my dim room, a dream.
Three days later, a nightmare
Who, not saying me a dreamer,
tried to efface the unnerving
notion in my head,
then longed me to sleep like a koala
I don't know how they came and
left to my head
After a little later, I found nothing
For a month, I marked as something -
a dream? a nightmare?gloom?-
entered my body and then left it too
Not knowing how it loomed
Not knowing how it evanished
I slept and I found it was neither
a dream nor a nightmare
But the head obscured with borrowed rot.
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