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Jul 2014
I dreamt of monsters with eyes like two open wounds.
They had long bone-white claws meant for wreaking havoc and doom.
They came in hoards-
Creeping right toward my door.
But I did not fear them.
Because as I turned I knew I was a beast far worse than any of my demons.
Madame Eleanor
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Madame Eleanor  IN, United States
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   Wolfgang Blacke
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