May 17, 2009
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Silence echoes and quiet deafens
His eyes lock on me, waiting
Thoughts race, diverge, expand
Run together, panicking, in circles
My lips purse
He waits.
Eyes of blue flecked with gold crush me with intensity
Myself, I know my answer
Escape! RUN! Hide…
Defense takes over
And my heart is hidden.

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