Poem 2.

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Screams in the distant,

Hands trembling with fear.

As I run from the danger within.

I've done something terrible again,

not a soul has conjured to appear

In front of my sight.

Yet they've been terrified of me.

The lost souls that was once innocent.


- 10/29/19. | words written- 51

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