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Hidden place
by
Melissa DeMedio
I’m in a cold hidden place,
Where no one can find me,
Every night is sleepless,
Because the breath of deaths knight blows on my neck.
Fight it I cry out,
Hold me still,
Save me I shout,
But I’m in a cold hidden place,
Where no one can see me.
Love is slipping,
As jagged as my heart being sliced by shattered ice,
Being ripped apart and no longer there,
While I bleed to death.
And its because,
I’m in a cold hidden place,
Where there is no care,
For my heart that bleeds,
And cries with my tear filled stare.
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