The man was attacked through his sleep.
As the slim spirits crowded his sweet slumber.
He´d try as he would to cover his head...
But they became a part of him.
They knew him through.
They knew the very landscapes of his dreams.
The very purpose for which they wailed.
The man haunted, learned the true ghost.
Learned him off by heart, as morrison took the liberty...
To tap me on the shoulder.
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