Stills Of Hearts Frozen From F.E.A.R. Still Shaken, The Call Was Close.
Close The Door B4 The Pressure Outside Gets 2, 2 Much.
Clutch Whatever N Grasp Just Trying 2 Get It 2gether After.
Laughter From Pressure.
Reassure Self As Only U Can While So Sick Of Close Calls.
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Author:
Broken Ankh (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: How Many Serious, Close Calls, Have U Had?
- Category: Surrealist
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