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May 17
For may I fear
I sit in an empty room
A Monteverde Cloud to seek
Yet I remain still
Still I am
Till all time passes
Too frail to lift my spear
No extravagance I have
My clothing is sheep’s wool
I adorn my hands
With dark black gloves
Unscathed is the ground I walk
Silent the things I touch
An ocean before me
Yet never do I drink
My light barely burning
I starve it’s soul
I rip it’s roots
As in a fairytale long ago
Hear me not
See me not
For I fear
Forever I fear
This I have chosen
Many times before
Quelled is my voice
I remain unmoving
Still as a stone
Till it all fades to none
For I fear
I
Fear
Written by
Cheyenne Chenoa  F
(F)   
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