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I fear the closets fuzzy things
I fear the closets fuzzy things
Unseen thoughts with distant stings
Dreams soft whispering breezes bring
To calm the demons to which I cling
For life has had its way with me
It taints the beauty that I see
With brushstrokes marred by visions lie
That wingless birds could learn to fly
I sit and long for never was
Wary of that closet fuzz
For monsters all have shape and size
And fuzzy thoughts spread wicked lies
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John Lawless
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