walking with a little poetic licence
Thursday, July 19, 2012
Frozen Fear
Shivering cold
Freezing fear
Movement dies
With Darkness near
Lost to myself
Ripped from the sheets
Dirty hands
Reach too deep
Drifting someway out to sea
Waiting to return to me
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