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Sep 2018
If I were the monster
Under your bed
Restlessly awaiting
Your attempt at rest
I would insist
Your fears be met
Silently plotting
To make your sheets wet

As chill bumps climb
Down your **** spine
I'd sense you were one
Of the sleepy kind
As short hair *****
On the small of your neck
Let go and just connect
You're feeling fearfully fine
My claws rip into your dreams
Heavenly Hell's ecstasy
Is what you'll scream
If you make your monster me!
Traveler Tim

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Traveler
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Traveler  61/M/Traverse City Mi.
(61/M/Traverse City Mi.)   
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