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Apr 2013
You look with those cold cold eyes
Deep into my soul of black
Black hair
Black eyes
Black nails
Nails that blead from teeth
Teeth that bite the hand
Your hand that touches me until I'm
Sad
                  Sad
                                   ­   Sad
And very, very alone in a coldness that spreads
Spreads like my hair
As I drown in this abyss of fear
Fear of death
Fear of life
Fear of emptiness
Fear of me
Fear of you

You.

Scare.

Me.
Elizabeth Ann
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Elizabeth Ann  Washington, United States
(Washington, United States)   
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