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The house was dark, floors were creaky. Air was cold, faucets leaky. He lay in bed, things were fine. Except the one thing, on his mind. A ghost of course, or monster maybe. A haunting thought, drove him crazy. Something there, flame was lit. Is something missing, or is that it. Under the bed, in the closet. Should stand up, but still he sits. In his mind, but did not know. If the monster, shall start to grow. He gripped his sheets, up they rose. Over his face, so not to show. The fear, he hides. The tear, he cries. Over  hopes, she never goes.

There was a man With long arms Small words and lesser charms There was a girl With big…..eyes High hopes and A little guy Not a story Of a Brady Bunch But more like Ones he loves so much He rhymes like Seuss She like Faulkner He strives to be So much like her Her friend Rachel Has her laughing And he has Got her napping This is random That's his intent She hates tense change There he went Those long arms Sure cant write Have poor rhymes Isn't that bright One thing he knows Shes got a booty It's so hot I love you tooty I always will That I know That is real It'll only grow.

The ground starts shaking, the room begins to spin Heart beating a rapid pace, He thinks a ghastly sin. His stomach becomes queasy, His legs become weak What to do with this life, when the future looks so bleak His palms become so sweaty, and skin becomes so cold He needs to go seek some help, at least that's what he's told As his heart beats faster, with every thought or two His finger becomes itchy; He knows just what to do Thinking of how he loves her, But how she hurt him so It's time to forget all that pain, of which she would never know. As his brain starts to race, His feet just stand still As he looks into the mirror, at th