Saturday, May 22, 2010

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I watch every night as my door closes,
Lumps of fear take a solid form,
In my throat does a storm of fear take place,
Burning my eyes, crying tears so warm
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Elizabeth Morse
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Gaitty Ara 22 May 2010

Nice poem, well written :)

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