Dream or Mr. Killer
Dreams are melodious.
Dreams are fearful also.
They bring smile on our face
Sometimes sweat on our forehead.
In one night,
I fell in the crowd and was crying in the dream
My body was entrapped by fear and tension.
This fear is enough for death.
I fell that so many
People died every night by
these cruel fearful dreams.
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