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Feb 2015
His icy hand reaches toward me
Capturing my spirit
Taking my breath away
Rendering me immobile

I fight with all I have
But it's not enough
I fall deeper and deeper
My life merely a series of lucid dreams
Until my hero Marches in
and Springs me
Written by
Carol Shelton
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   Tonya Maria
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