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Sep 2010
i am the night watchman
that creeps and crawls inside your skin
and slithers through your mind
stealing pieces of you to build up pieces of me
…say, that’s a lovely memory there
i think i’ll keep it for my own
and in its place i’ll leave you this…or this…
or…
don’t you ever wonder why you wake up screaming?
Written by
andrea bush
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