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Rated: · Poetry · Dark · #1460567

A chilling poem

Empty walls...
My skin crawls,
To peek behind those emty walls.
My fear sprawls,
As I stand behind those  empty walls.
Scared as I may be,
I can still see,
Straight through that empty wall.
Now I begin to fall.
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