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Sickness
April 12, 2015
Some days, I lurk behind corners
I watch from afar, silent
Creeping, crawling, weeping, stalking
Knowing the destruction I bring
No one will come close, turning in fear
Easing away, tears fall to the floor
So many deaths, so much pain
So many ways to count how I've slain
© Whitney T., Glenpool, OK
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