The night hag comes
while I sleep. With her wooden ladle she eats soup out of my open
head. She stirs my dreams and sniffs the vapors through her hairy
nostrils.
That's why they're
always whirling when I wake up, and only the bits she left I can
remember.
I will find you
witch. I will take my dreams back. I can shatter them myself, all but
the same.
Mmmm
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