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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,
