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Saturday, April 4, 2009
Fear
Fear, seeping into pores, curling it's black fingers on beating hearts. Stealing voices from it's like and replacing them with screams. Fear, taking not what it deserves but what it's victims give.
2 comments:
HEEEEEYYYYY!!!1
Um... I think you have a typo on this poem...
line 5 k?
k
if not, sorry i don't get it!! :)
LOVe Allie and Levu!!
you mean, "from it's like"?
Sydney
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