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97 nightmare Opening​light​calls​the​river​back​to​see where​the​old​nightmare​has​risen​from,​when​she calls​herself​back​in​the​rhythm​that​is​she. Nightmare,​oh​woman​lost​in​the​depths​of​me, lost​to​the​rage​that​has​risen​up​with​me, lost​till​I​ride​you​home—nightmare​of​me. ...

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