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Monsters Under Our Bed

Monsters Under Our Bedby Michael DoyleThe dubious detectiveWas a memory of the collective.Searching through the nightFor even one illuminating light.In the face of the living dead,The crowd screams its dread.There are no real answers to be found,No matter how fast … Continue reading

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