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The monster is waiting.  I can hear it crawling. I can hear it's breath. I can hear it racing. And it carries death. The monster is waiting.
I’m like a minnow against the whim of the sea I can’t let my heart get thirsty Or it’ll make a slave of me. I wake up musing Still shadowed by last night’s dreams. And fervidly before me,
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