unwanted present's

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    unwanted present's

    there's a unwanted present's in my apparenceses a dark force trying to tug at my soul.I can hear the devil hum a tune so good im force to listen my body is so hot but my heart is frozen cold. I can feel the sharp claw's tareing at my skin NO!!!! i scream but no sound come out. now he's singing i cover my ear's but i still can hear.he grab's my heart but still cant reach it.I find a wall and start climbing but my body is to heavy to get a grip so i start flying but my wings are broken now he's laphing. my blood's on fire and my eye's are to heavy to pick up. now he's smileing.I need to get out of this but everytime i try to break free my body fens for another hit and im back into the devils pit........


    by,lastashia stallworth

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    Poetry is when an emotion has found its thought and the thought has found words.

    Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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