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The skeletons in her closet are clawing to get out. The scratching sound scares sleep and she is not prepared for them, it’s not Halloween. Inquiringness invites her to crack the closet door. The bones butcher beatitude, the framework forays her future. Subsequently the spine-chilling skeletons withdraw to the wardrobe until she consigns them to oblivion. Then they claw to get out.
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Feb 5, 2016
Feb 5, 2016 at 12:17 AM UTC
Skeletons in the Closet
The skeletons in her closet are clawing to get out. The scratching sound scares sleep and she is not prepared for them, it’s not Halloween. Inquiringness invites her to crack the closet door. The bones butcher beatitude, the framework forays her future. Subsequently the spine-chilling skeletons withdraw to the wardrobe until she consigns them to oblivion. Then they claw to get out.
"I think most people treasure the skeletons in their closets. We want them to remain unrevealed for a reason." -Calia Read
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Feb 5, 2016
Feb 5, 2016 at 12:17 AM UTC
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