There in my mind exists such a place, 
Where every bit of light is gone without a trace, 
And a thing that I do not wish to see, 
Begins to move about up above me, 
Its legs are long striped and total six, 
I always wish that I possessed a crucifix, 
It descends its nest only when I am near, 
And moves in a way that is quite queer, 
It speaks to me in its horrid raspy voice, 
It knows that I am not here by choice, 
The creature whispers tales in my ear, 
Each one of them about you my dear, 
I know deep down that they are not true, 
But I am not sure what else I can do, 
My evil jealousy has only grown of you, 
And I find that as the creature goes on, 
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Be nice.