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monsters
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psyki
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in the morning with a headache still bleeding from a spinning night of strange things that kept me awake too afraid to turn off the light what i thought would last is fading like the flowers around my eyes that i might consider trading for a tourniquet in disguise before i am alone and cold i must escape this empty sphere if what i had is what i hold can i ever breathe beyond here?
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Joana.
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I really liked your poem, psyki... just thought I should let you know that.
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sabbie
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"now the monsters under my bed have become my only friends" killing miranda - "the ballard of torrens st"
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paranoid martyr
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there was an edvard munch quote related to himself as a monster but it seems that i can't find it :(
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030802
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sabbie
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here_be_monsters
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030803
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Whitechocolatewalrus
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I know several monsters and they know me. One monster loudly purrs and I can't see. This would be because I shut my eyes. In the corner I was to have a disguise. I wish he would go away so I could get some sleep. But I see him every day and it makes me want to weep.
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031107
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z
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in light run the world and prey sits waiting to be taken
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050414
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concha
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the end of my bed was their domain. claws and rotten smells and stretching hands to grasp and clasp and draw me down down deep. down low. the end of my bed is their domain. terminology and syllables and false hopes to pull my heart and makes it twist. twist hard. twist hard.
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050414
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Moonman
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Monsters exist everywhere, Maybe there's one under your stair, If I were you, I'd go and see, I'm too scared but that's just me.
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050704
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Nasty
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AAAH!!! Real Monsters.
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080206
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what's it to you?
who
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blather
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