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Massive

Some people may have seen you in the distance. Others might have seen you up close. Captured on film, so they say but, the images are unclear. Take a stroll through the wood and it’s possible, To find broken branches, the sound of crunching leaves. Footsteps that aren’t mine Hiding in the thickets, watching and waiting. You go by many names, Sasquatch, Windigo, Bigfoot. But I’ll think I’ll call you Stephen.  

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