SPITE IS HERE.
AND YOU SHOULD FEAR.
he wears a rubber face and glasses.
with arms thin as sewin' pins.
his fingers are-a-painted black.
with pools o' blood etch'd in.
he never blinks his worn brown eye.
nor blue eye all the same.
all he'll ever do to ya.'
is whisp'r out your name.
but i'd nev'r answer to his call.
and nor should you kind friend.
'cause even if at first he's gentle.
he'll get you in the end.
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warmups and excerpts
Ngẫu nhiênA place where I put writing warmups and excerpts for stray ideas. Stick around if you so desire.
