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Jan 2014
They hide under beds
In young children's' heads
They lay in waiting
Their attack we dread
We believe them myth
To ease our minds

We make them up
To tell captivating stories,
For villains in our games.
We use the name
To describe a cold heart being

So you see,
They are a part of us
In our history
Our fiction
And that makes us the monsters
Augustine
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Augustine  North Carolina
(North Carolina)   
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   Theia Gwen
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