Sit Upon Thorns
A FIT OF SHIVERS
CLOAKED IN SILENCE
PALE AS SNOW
PONDERING DESCENT
NO ONE KNOWS
MY IMAGINARY FEARS
CAREFUL AND QUIET
AS A CAT
I SLITHER
THROUGH THE DARKNESS
SOAKED ANS SHIVERING.
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