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Feb 2013
Death's shadowy figure hides
between the small cracks of my
home's crumbling foundation.

I fear to close my tired eyes at twilight
when Death may rise from the core
and run through my pulsing veins.
Kayla Hollatz
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Kayla Hollatz
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