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As we lay at the top of the hill
Watching the clouds change colour
I dreamed that the forest was full of wolves
And that my arm around you
Would protect you

But when I opened my mouth
All that came out was bird song
no war cry

Attracting more monsters
Until I was sure the hill would tear itself apart
And we’d fall inside and wouldn’t be able to climb out

But you muttered in your sleep
Each syllable creeping out as a step

I didn’t dare wake you

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