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words that come out in a poorly strung together poem, if you can call it that
Category: Writing and Poetry
Not a single day passes where he is not there.. He stands in the corner, his face looking fair, As pale as he is, he still stands out against my muted walls A face of fury as my parents brawl. The thud of a door, the smash of a vase. As I slept he watched, as patient as can be. When he is watching over me, he's not so scary He keeps me safe, I no longer feel alone. Even though he hurts me, he fee » Continue Reading