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Jun 2014
And the evil spirits came through the window during a storm
wreaking havoc around those that caused it
the shouting and screaming all those unknown
the masks the monsters wore broke apart to turn into dust
and the bad man entered to watch the children sleep, grinning hate towards his past
the burning candles disintegrated into a shape of a witch causing a young boy to act out in misbehavior
the thunder erupted in our sleep
Written by
Braulio Romero  chicago
(chicago)   
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