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Because The Monster Writes Poetry
The Monster is massive
with fangs and with claws
all lacquered and sharpened
sticking out from its jaws
The Monster is ghoulish
with deep, sunken eyes
it speaks whispers of wicked
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My Dearest Maria
The house was empty without her. The kitchen was robbed of laughter. Our room had stolen comfort. Nothing was the same. She was my everything.
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Planting
When Johnny first put that seed in the ground, when he first covered it with soil and gave it water, he had no idea how big it would become.
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never tempt fate
never tempt fate,
when you’re climbing a steep mountain, alone,
the sky is still an aura of black and blue swirls
with dots of stars twinkling in the dead of night,