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Jun 2016
I feel a cold touch
A white face with no feature Grabbing my hand
I feel calmed by the likes of such
I hear my my mother call as I walk with this creature Taking me to his land
His voice telling me making me no longer scared tightening his clutch
"Do not fear child, I'm only here to play"
taking me into a manor as I whisper "is everything going to be ok?" He then tells me "Keep calm child, your here to stay. "
Grim
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