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I fight hard,
To oust the thoughts;
An avenging reptile,
It creeps in yet;
With its glossy fangs,
My flesh is torn,
Sending across,
venomous waves.

I writh in pain,
That burns the veins, 

The endless sobs,
Resound in the room,
Breaking the silence,
That the night pampered.

To find solace,
Only a pillow around!
Deep into its softness,
I down my space.
Like a caring being,
It wipes the tears off.