A poem by Isabelle Sorrells

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There are monsters between you and I.

They creep up from the days of our beginning

And taunt us in hide and seek.

They plague over us in a dense fog,

Reminding us of what games may come

And all the ways we may have to play.

Although these monsters are ours to claim

You and I claim them as hunters –

Swift and mighty,

Together in our battle,

We will be victorious.

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