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There is a place it’s different for each of us, where your monsters lie.. Mines and endless hotel and the doors are red with baby blue wallpaper lining the hallways. My philosophical question and answers produce a key, and I am greeted by a mirror, no reflection, my hair raises a tumble begins, and a ripple across the surface revealing the monster I face inside, then I go to wonderland but… Idk how to explain it, just when it’s over the pen hit the floor and woke me up, ink is in the page.
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‘In reality’ there is no questions worth answering other then why do you not exist in it hence the creation of the phrase…
Life’s existential meaning is death and reproduction, I know not poetic that’s why I implore you don’t believe it, seek texts, something to lie to you or pray I am wrong, or life’s going to be sad knowing your just a bag of dirt.
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I can see horror writers, through their work, not physically it’s a unique thing to say. I can see how far you went in to pull your piece out, if you faked it or crafted it without etc. Has a melody, a siren lament, that draws the reader in. There is horror and there is macabre. The difference is, Dracula was crafted by idea versus if I make him, it would be because I met him, shook his hand.
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I am going to be the greatest macabre poet of all time, laugh, I see you. Mmmmmh makes me hungry.
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