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Tower and Town, December 2015

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Fear And Hope

Fear is a purple, slowly darkening by every second
And tastes dry and musty like crumbling dirt.
It smells of smoke blocking your nose and making you cough,
It looks like people being stabbed and bleeding out their pain,
It sounds like chalk scraping on a blackboard piercing your ears,
It feels as if someone is crushing your ribs,
But hope is always around the corner...

Penny

      

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