Elizabeth Morse Poems

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1.
Scream

I watch every night as my door closes,
Lumps of fear take a solid form,
In my throat does a storm of fear take place,
Burning my eyes, crying tears so warm
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2.
Bitter Sweet

Watching, waiting, she moves past me,
I am struck by a wave that does strangle,
Feeling a desire, so intense, so evil,
Impure, decisive addiction I cannot heal
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