Well. I have something a little different from your doom and gloom poems

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Fearfully
I sneeze
As dust goes up and tickles my nose

Quietly
I creep
And snake carefully around the rusty coils

Carefully
I grope
In the dark as heavy curtains seal away the light

Finally
I've done it!
Completely submerged, ready to hunt for my prey

Horrified
I recoil
As something slimy touches my hand

With interest
I observe
As my littlest finger starts to glow green

Just in time
I find
My homework, a little crumpled, under my bed.


Rip away.

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-Sophia
All of us have a secret. One of us is a hero. One of us is a fraud. One of us is a junkie. One of us is a cop. One of us is a saint. One of is a sinner. One of us is a martyr. One of us is a murderer. All of us are guilty. All of us are Lost.