Gnawing, growling, insatiable. It grips me, possesses me in the dead of night. Night after night it takes me by the hand, urging me on to that sweet release. Body spent, drained, gives out as it falls into a restless sleep.
As always it is there on the margins, in the periphery, watching and waiting to take me once again as the morning dawns.
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