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Dec 2013
Monster
He was a monster,

but I did not know.


Sleeping.

   I poked.

One eye.

   Prodded.

Two eyes.

   The monster woke,

And so I ran. Too late,

He ate my soul.


I was a monster,

but I did not know.
Emily
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