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Brianna Pasillas Poem
Do not think about the hollowness
It's not real, it is only a cavity
Oh but the cold, strangling my toes
The cold in which inhabit my foes
Oh and the demons that visit me at night and dawn
Demanding that I become withdrawn
You're done, you are no longer wanted here,
Come forth, and you will no longer bear this fear
Shivers trickled down my spine as I came to the fore
Reminding me, that I was never even here before.
Copyright © Brianna Pasillas | Year Posted 2016
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