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May 2015
Feeling its eyes follow you as you walk alone at night,
descend down into the dark dank corners of the basement,
and leap into bed as the shadows slowly swallow it.
You are not sure which is more chilling
It or the unknown.

But what difference does that make?
It waits to catch you off guard before it pounces
leaving you just as puzzled as before, although now you know it is there.

-AM
Austin Martin
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