Pitch blackA Poem by Ciara
I cant see anything
running down halls there is a tint of light it becomes brighter and brighter its a door i walk in it slams im trapped only white walls i sit down just the i wake up to find out i was only DREAMING </3 © 2011 Ciara |
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Added on October 29, 2011 Last Updated on October 29, 2011 Author
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