Our monsters don't really live under our beds
They lurk and hide away, in the darkest corners of our heads.
Every one of us have monsters within the shadows of our minds..
Some of us hide them, or run away.
I just made friends with mine...
-A.R.
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Random Rablings of a Lunatic.
PoetryThis is a book of very random poems, of all genres. Some are based on events and some are just sheer fun. Hope you enjoy!
