I stood there alone,
my body was starting to feel cold,
My tears would fall...
but they looked like tiny little drops of ice
rolling down from my eyes...
my body feels dead deep within,
locked away in this sin.
- Judy Emery © 1984 The Queen Of Darken Dreams Poetic Lilly Emery
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FantasyThis is another poem book of poems of the past.