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Random First Lines:This is a compilation of poetic short stories that provide a glimpse into the shadows of our deepest fears. Notice how the language vocabulary... » Read
this poem tells about an boy lives in a ghost room one night
I remember running, running as fast as my legs would carry me through the forest. I kept falling and landing on my broken hand. I muffled my screams by stuffing my collar of my shirt in my mouth. I turned my head around to see if he was behind me. I did not see him, so I dashed behind a big,...