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Is it the monsters that hide in the closet? Or the ones that we deposit? Dark murky corridors reek of must and mold. Crumbling gothic castles, dungeons are damp and cold. Even with sprawling cities, High and low they grow. Creepies and the crawlies and all the fears we can know From the corner of the eye, a flash or shadow you see. If it’s visible, how scary can it be?
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Jan 4, 2015
Jan 4, 2015 at 6:38 PM UTC
Is It The Monsters
Is it the monsters that hide in the closet? Or the ones that we deposit? Dark murky corridors reek of must and mold. Crumbling gothic castles, dungeons are damp and cold. Even with sprawling cities, High and low they grow. Creepies and the crawlies and all the fears we can know From the corner of the eye, a flash or shadow you see. If it’s visible, how scary can it be?
KaneCE
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Jan 4, 2015
Jan 4, 2015 at 6:38 PM UTC
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