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I was the, “Monster,” With all but one Concern Upon my tongue – Her and imagination wrought Honey. I was the, “Monster,” Who’d only one Plight Come 5:00 A.M. – Flight and ensuing chasm christened, “Regret.” I was the, “Monster,” Where all but one Finger’d Grasp my throat – Phantasms of someone she’d met once Before. I was the, “Monster,” When it wouldn’t work Again And again and again – Sacred and scared, I’d never answer, Faint and, “knock.” I am the, “Monster.”
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Jun 30, 2015
Jun 30, 2015 at 11:57 AM UTC
Whispered honey, wrought, and flee
I was the, “Monster,” With all but one Concern Upon my tongue – Her and imagination wrought Honey. I was the, “Monster,” Who’d only one Plight Come 5:00 A.M. – Flight and ensuing chasm christened, “Regret.” I was the, “Monster,” Where all but one Finger’d Grasp my throat – Phantasms of someone she’d met once Before. I was the, “Monster,” When it wouldn’t work Again And again and again – Sacred and scared, I’d never answer, Faint and, “knock.” I am the, “Monster.”
liam-c-calhoun
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Jun 30, 2015
Jun 30, 2015 at 11:57 AM UTC
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