Whytnie Scott Poems

​You make me feel like a

Zombie, running around
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She was different from all the others.
That's how I found her.
Tall, thin, and fair skinned;
She was porcelain, like a doll;
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What did you think would happen?
What do you have left to fear?
Staring in the faces of the fallen foes,
None will ever be compared to you.
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Here we are, together, chained to the rocks.
A sword in one hand, a shield in the other.
Flimsy, dull, for beginners.
Here we stand and face our foes.
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