Each Night Father Fills Me With Dread
When he sits on the foot of my bed
i'd not mind that he speaks
in gibbers or squeaks
but for seventeen years hes been dead
This is a quote by Edward Gorey, Amphigorey
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creepypasta poems
Poetryshort stories creepypasta poems or regular poems. half the time I sadly can't find someone to credit. Your help would be appreciated.
