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| Photo Provided by Amie Shafer on Septermber 9th, 2010 |
There is a rattling in my brain where the monsters run on wheels.
Vicious eyes claw through mine to see out.
A warring frenzy looks to prove virtue beneath blood stained mattresses.
Reversing morals.
Applauding strife.
Laughter echoes about the cavernous hollow of childhood.
And when the pipe cracks they slither out all at once.
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