I’ve built a tent under my bed 

Breeding monsters and clowns

An array of bobbleheads 

A tin can spurting blood 

A melting hearth made of candles and flames

A piano playing tunes of its own 

With no sheet taming her music 

Growing into healthy horror stories 

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