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Jul 2013
Got sick of being under my bed
So they climbed into my head
I see them around every corner
I smell them in pleasure
I taste them in pain
I hear them walking
An echoing madness
Through neuron chambers
And blood vessels
Dilating pupils spell out the fear I cannot.
Through everything I haven't forgot

monsters cannot be fought.
So don't slow down,
They might catch up.
******. Ugh.
Ann Beaver
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   Kyle Bailey, JL and Gwen Johnson
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