Deep Poetry: A feeling

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Tuesday, September 21, 2010

A feeling

Nightmares are freezing up the place They feed on my blood and leave no trace Do you really want to know the feeling that I get? First, promise me that you will never forget The words that killed me, the words he said It was an ordinary day, when you don’t expect much I ran down the stairs waiting for him to come up I kept on waiting, not expecting anything I looked in front of me as his voice echoed in a second My heart raced and my fingers went numb I couldn’t swallow or even blink, I think I... Sign in to see full entry.

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