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Find the key,
Leave the room.
It's just a me,
You are in doom.
When darkness arrive,
And the shadows are alive.
You have to hide,
Stay by the side.
Don't look out if you want to live.
Be still and quiet if you have nothing to give.
Blood runs cold on the grass, on the floor,
When someone knocks, never open the door.
Hide under your blanket,
Don't open your eyes.
Someone will turn on your socket,
And all the birds will fly.
You stayed too long,
They've heard your song.
They've smelled your shadow,
For they've been observing you beside your window.
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HER BOOK OF POETRIES
PoetryA compilation of poems that I wrote throughout the days.
