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In the Dark
I see creatures in the dark
Are they monsters?
They whisper
Reflection
I whisper lie
And they whisper truth
I open my eyes
When did the tears come?
I lay awake, dreaming of light
All I see are shadows
The creatures wait
I hear screaming in the dark
Is it me?
I want to say monster
But instead I close my mouth
Can anyone hear?
My sound is trappe...
Wednesday 24th October 2018 8:32 pm
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