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Its here....
Its here...I can feel it:
A quiet chill settling over me,
The quickened pace of my beating heart,
The rough demanding hold...
Of the hurt.
Its here...
From it I can not escape.
Its like sitting in a litte glass box
That slowly fills with water...
Any my only option if to drown
Its here...
And from it I can not escape.
Its here...I can feel it:
A quiet chill settling over me,
The quickened pace of my beating heart,
The rough demanding hold...
Of the hurt.
Its here...
From it I can not escape.
Its like sitting in a litte glass box
That slowly fills with water...
Any my only option if to drown
Its here...
And from it I can not escape.
Huzzah! Have day two of belated poetry month!
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2 of 31
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