Her Monster: (MoonshineNoire)

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Winner of the 6 line Poem.


Her Monster:

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Her Monster:


She stared with teary and doleful eyes,

Taking deep breaths and dreary sighs,

Mademoiselle sucked in the joyless night,

It had tight hold around her neck,

Incarnation of all things grotesque,

Cutting through her like an icy knife.

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