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M Jun 2015
Twisted fingers
From longer, more twisted arms
Leading to your monster

They reach to grab you
To pull you in
To sink it's fingers into skin

But then you blink
And it's all gone
And you wonder if it was ever there

Until next time
Your monster is back
Its strike more deadly than the last
Ira Dawson May 2014
I bottled my guilt and shelved it for another day
10 words on guilt!

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