Attack and on edge all night, panic and shaking, sweating and thinking how to get away. Rush of energy force adrenaline to move legs faster and faster as bewitching wind blew around such a precious fragile tumbling to the ground. No time to get back up, lifeless, scared, and captured by enslavement arms dragging back a helpless, soul back to the path once, almost freed. Ruined by ugly. 

Poem By: JGomez

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