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May 2015
The monsters under my bed
are merely shadows of my shattered mind.
Each night they dance in a trance of moments too late
for she beneath the bed is the curse of deception.
only can you see her
if you look in your reflection.
OliviaAutumn
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OliviaAutumn
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   ---, Esther and ryn
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