sep 29 2017 almost
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there is a monster under my bed
she whispers words that get inside my head
i'll say them aloud and she's fed
with all of the hatred that i said
and even though i'm filled with dread
i can not leave until she's fled
~

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p o e m s
PoésieHighest Ranking #114 in Poetry if you post these anywhere else i will fight you mate cover by me