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Gaurangi Mishra

Abstract Tragedy Fantasy

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Gaurangi Mishra

Abstract Tragedy Fantasy

Nightmare Child

Nightmare Child

1 min
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It ain't funny, it ain't pretty, it ain't sweet.

I hear it at night, it growls at me

I have my back facing it but I know it’s crawlin’

At me, into me.

It’s a quiet noise,

Even when its right next to me, almost silent.

I can feel it wrapping me and everything that I hold


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