A Thought

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Itty bitty monsters,

Fighting in my head.

Whisper, whisper, whispering,

Kill them all, paint them red.

Teeny tiny ghosties,

Floating in the air.

Here comes one, there's another!

All stuck in my hair.

Little baby demons,

Revel in the flesh.

Kick and scratch and bite and pull,

Some decayed, some fresh.

All these thoughts running by,

Which one should I take?

I think I want my little monsters

To go out and let them break.

Let them hurt, let them die,

I don't even care.

When my monsters come to play,

I'll give them all  a scare!

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