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Thoughts That Haunt Before BedThoughts That Haunt Before BedThoughts That Haunt Before Bed
When silence falls as darkness does When the hour hand strikes twelve oclock Into fetal position I curl up Under blankets in pillow forts.
With varied thoughts on random tales All starring ghosts and bogeymen, Ghouls that phase through doors and walls And creatures with fur and sharpest fangs.
Creeping out of cranny and nook Every avenue of shadowed domain; From darkened mirrors to creaking closets And always from under the bedframes.
Running on gears of chewed up bones That open up inter
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