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A waste paper basket, a trash can, a bin Whatever you call it, some things won’t stay in The things that you write Long into the night May make, when discarded… one hell of a din * Don’t write by moonlight at midnight Do not trash your tale late at night For powers unseen And terribly mean May use it to give you a fright I know, for it happened to me I tell for I need you to see I binned every word And later I heard A screech of malevolent glee * I lie wide awake in my bed My discarded verse in my head I tiptoe downstairs With prickling neck hairs For something smells like it’s long dead A full moon sheds just enough light In the room where I sit down to write But somehow I know It won’t let me go This thing I created tonight It lives for it never can die I think I now understand why I wrote about strife My words gave it life And you can’t kill words, though you try The waste paper basket taunts me It’s dark in the room but I see A claw on its rim My thoughts turn to Grimm It mutters my name… and I flee
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