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Mar 9
I'm scared of the night,
The end of the day, the life, the light.
I know I should revel in its beauty, the cloudless star-lit sky,
River-lakes lit with eerie phantasms,
Mist a cool kiss against my throat.
Instead I run, terrified, into light so bright it blinds and tears away every feeling, until fear itself burns brighter than the sun in the day.
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What would the child say?
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To the monster
that's scared of the dark?
Titled: The Monster Under The Bed
Written by
Elissaveta De'aviki
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