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by Cory Feb 9, 2005 category : Dark, fantasy / dark, horror
Shadows cast around eyes turned gray. an autumn's breeze turned icy. Walk with your head hung low... you wouldn't want to attract attention while inside you, a winter storm grows ready to explode.. you go on walking as if you know nothing of it.
by Taylor
great poem! i love it! this is so well written! keep it up! Love, Taylor