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Mar 2019
outside in the dark stands a lonely figure

he stalks and he waits, as he slowly withers

beneath his head lies no heart

what can we do to tell him apart?

the door bursts open and in he walks,

he withers, and waits, and slowly stalks.

as he goes up to find his prey,

she looks out to the night as if to say

scarecrow make him go away.
monsters aren't any more or less human than we are.
Prince Gerald
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Prince Gerald  22/M/North Carolina
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