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guard your soul
by Linda M. Crate
all hallow's eve
day where the monsters play
mingling dead with the living,
and if you look at them
sometimes you cannot tell the difference;
there are some that choose death before their time
others are dead and choose to live—
there will be dancing, candles,
mayhem, screams, candies, alcohol;
no one will be any the wiser
because no one believes monsters are real
yet humans aren't the only monsters
in the universe
there are things beyond them—
just because you don't believe in something
doesn't make it any less real,
and just because you are ignorant of a thing
doesn't mean it can't and won't haunt you;
the veil is thinning
guard your soul.
-linda m. crate
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