The dream killers have
all night too plan
would I be their tortured
for another day
their shapes trickling
from the edges
of the fire
See I magine a group of shadows
gathered round a fire
I am weird cause none of ewe
Are me like
Freak my badge of
On our on hair
of the cat
with a Cheshire stare
Hatterly in the mem
brain act
Like soup man
Buy in bulk
Banner never carried
Study flying mammals as a hobby
Brush and yawn ehhhh
That guy sold spiders round the neighbourhood
Nice guy
Wander this way which leads to the red being read
the wrong weigh
Clerk would if he could but he
CAnt
The saddest thing about his monster it never got a name
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