Ragged Claws

Come closer to the night,
the dark roots of the trees
and stone-fed roads.

I wait;
I will await.
I will be dreaming.

Come closer to the shadows,
to my heart,
that grows on fear and hope.

I wait;
I will await.
I will be dreaming.

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