As I lay upon my bed
A maw of dragons within my head
Whispering from amongst the stars
As it stroked and caressed my scars
So whilst I walk along my dreams
I begin to evolve by any means
And though my vessel may be weak
Never before have I reached such a peak
And thus I wake as a newfound witch
To dream of dragons and satisfy my itch
For evil beasts lurk inside my mind
But I can beat them thanks to dragonkind
For I am more than a simple man
As I listen to dragons whenever I can
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I promise her. I'd do anything for her. She's my mom. Even as Lanie and Deanna are flying home, Mom is scrappy fighting dying. She lays too still in that too-big bed with all the toasty white hospital blankets, in the south tower, at the broad end of a long slow-turning corner that delivers me again to her private room with the view she can't see through, with the beeping that tells us nothing new, and all these ice chips she can't swallow, and a flood of well-intentioned nurses who cannot do a damned thing all the same.
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Finally, the evil beasts aren’t the dragons and the dragons are recognized as the great and beautiful creatures they are.