el sueño de la razón produce monstruos

the sleep or the dream?

and what do the sleeping monsters bring?  not quite peace, although perhaps respite

i might sleep huddled on this floor tonight because here, here i am safe.

the monsters sleep up on a lofted bed

tonight, baby, will you hold my hand? let your words wrap me and be my mattress on this cold, hard floor

perfect love casts out fear

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