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Can't Control 5/15/2014
Just below the surface a monster may reside;
The shimmer of the son is all he needs to hide.

In between the spoken words, and not quite on the screen;
You're reminded not of Christmas, but more like Halloween.

Sometimes soft and lovely, purring like a cat;
When you least expect it, she's anything but that.

  There's fire down in your heart, passion in your soul;
  Of some you are the master, and some you can't control.

Be careful when you wander, deep inside your mind;
In amongst the shadows, might be shocked at what you find.

For every ogre there's an angel, seasons come and go;
Beyond the darkest hour comes the morning's glow.