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Rated: E · Poetry · Horror/Scary · #2179617
A poem about what is underneath your bed.
Sometimes you may feel us,
underneath your bed.

Sometimes you may hear us,
crawling in the vents.

But you may never see us,
slithering up your leg.

For if you even glimpse us,
you will be quite dead.
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