Nella Walker Poems

Tomorrow will appear less than 24 hours from now,
I will age another year,
It is inevitable,
It creeps up on you silently through the year and suddenly the day has come,
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An ominous feeling devours me, it feeds from my eagerness.
It drags my to the ground, driving me to face my nakedness.
It hinders me from thinking and uncloaks me to the core.
It exposes me with a hunger that does not subside with time.
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