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Sep 2013
It’s still in here.

The silence is deafening,
I see movement in the corner of my eyes.
However,
I turn to look and see nothing but emptiness,
Mocking my senses.
I want to leave.
But the thought of it alone,
Instills in me a fear,
That would freeze armies.

I will slay the beast.
Natalie Wood
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Natalie Wood  Maine, USA
(Maine, USA)   
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