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Tuesday, April 16, 2002

Echo
His body tenses up
and his senses are heightened
The wild look in his eyes
Tell me that he's frightened.

He scans the room
With a scrutinous eye.
Worried that this night
He may or may not die.

I try to hold him
Comfort him with care.
He ignores me completly
Pretending I am not there.

I reach out towards him
With all of my might.
He then screams in fear
What a terrible sight.

He runs from the room
Slams the door on my face.
I cannot stop in time
Too quick is my pace.

Through the door I pass
Like mist in the night.
Now I know who causes
My husbands deathly fright.


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