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As I watch her twirl in her dress, i sink in my mind as I repress. These feelings i have turn to dread for i fear inside that I am dead. As i watch her twirl pass I stare diligently behind the glass, as she holds the others hand A sight that I can no longer stand. She walks elegantly towards the door, it is here i know i will see her no more.

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Indrid Cold
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Poll

How often do you write poetry?
Daily
20%
Weekly
11%
Monthly
2%
When the mood strikes
47%
During stressful or emotional times
13%
Not that frequently
4%
I just like to read poetry
3%
Total votes: 339