Bartimaeus - Monster

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Make the night your friend as you sit and wait,
Only dark dreams will calm thee.
No care for the wild fire that grows; do you fear?
Slither and flicker in your heart.
Too obsessed and scared, you succumb.
Etch, scratch, and crawl your way through;
Reveal the filth inside.

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