I left the window open
And fears came rushing in
Some I inhaled while
Some settled on my skin
On my skin they formed
Red and quite tiny moles
Burning with every scratch
Excruciating holes
Yet these tiny moles
Relatively safer ride
The fears I inhaled
Were eating me inside
Wow this give me chills!
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Frank, I thought we discussed this the last time, and you were going to stop opening the window!
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Oooo I like the idea behind this poem. Your description is very powerful! (Maybe I should shut my window at night? 🙄) ❤👩🦰❤
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