skeletons
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My cereal bowl holds stale lucky charms and
Milk white atrocities
Bathing away the cobwebs
Of spiders better left alone
If I let you in my head,
Make sure to bring a lantern,
Some holy water and a bible,
If you have it handy
Don't open the doors;
You won't like what you find
There are monsters hiding there,
