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Aug 2012
I want to show a part of me
But it's not something you can see
It comes in ones, not twos, or threes
Imagine words are the sounds of keys

Each unlocks a woeful place
A hidden monster with no face
He will lurk: your thoughts he'll take
And drag you to his abstruse base

Here is where nightmares come true
Here all evil follows through
And it exists here just for you
So there is **** all you can do.
Written by
Megan Rousselle
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