Unseen Footsteps
My room is
my sanctuary;
In it lies the
secrets about me
In the Darkness of
the corners and
they run from the
light, and hide.
On my face;
They hope to not be
Heard, their little
Footsteps dangle on
the tips of my lips.
They dash to the edge, and Print
themselves on my
Notebook.
~A.G.
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DONATE UNWANTED ITEMS; pl0x?!
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Si Vous Plait et Merci! Si Prega e Grazie!