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Roxy
member poems

The walls are moving,
Closing in on her,
Coming closer and closer!
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She died here
Many years ago.
Her spirit still lingers!
Why is it here?...She lives in the dark. - (by me)
She lives in the dark.
She is stunning yet pale.
Her hair falls like a curtain,
Hiding her beautiful eyes....Let me out to KILL - (by roxanne palmer (me))
Surrounded
By four cushioned walls.
What is this place?
Why am I here?...Will she do it - (by roxanne palmer(me))
She is never happy,
Her tears stream down
Her cheek like rain
Her voice is hoarse...
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