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Dec 2019
Some nights I dream
in silent movie sequences.
Y en este mundo sin lengua
amor es el accion solamente.

This is why you are always saving me
in black and white dreams
and I-
I am always running away.

I don’t want to hurt you but,
darling,
I am the monster in your closet
and the audience is screaming:

Don’t save her -

Run.

Don’t love her -

Run.

Can’t you see?
The monster is in bed next to you.
Written by
Samantha Marie  Bay Area
(Bay Area)   
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     ---, ---, Mandalina and A Slow Heyoka
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