• Vicesimus Quartus •
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It's cold, and dark, and hollow
Do not stare at me like that
I beg you, dear child
It makes me quiver
All the hairs on my nape rise
A look of innocence
Makes me feel the child is a child
For a brief moment,
I am fooled
And it is that brief moment
Which causes my downfall
As the child
That was not a child
Attacked
I drop unconscious
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I don't know what came over me that I wrote this poem LOL. Happy Halloween? Haha!
I hope you guys like it. Feel free to comment and give constructive criticism, both will be highly appreciated.
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Pearlescently
