How strange it is to keep my cool countenance
Even as my heart beats out of its proper place
And the blood pounds in my temple
As I am gripped by terror
And yet I can be calm
Beside a beast that feeds off fear
love poems anonymous
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| Terror How strange it is to keep my cool countenance Even as my heart beats out of its proper place And the blood pounds in my temple As I am gripped by terror And yet I can be calm Beside a beast that feeds off fear love poems anonymous |
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