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Category : Poems

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Breath cold creeping


The titter tatters of small spikes crawling up the body.


Inching it's way up slowly


Pitter Patter tiny feet heading upward on the body.


Body contracting


The itch which drives us mad


A fear of the eight legged fiend stemming from childhood.

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  • Apr 22, 2019

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