Chilling season
Cowering moments
Medley of circumstance
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When the world stops
Our reality becomes suspect
An indecisive gesture
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Walking towards
An active classroom
Should doors open?
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How many eyes
Will suddenly observe
Every step toward …
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What if I trip?
Perhaps a sneeze
Watch me cry
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Seems the season
Is right for peril
Masks consume the night
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Yet the light of day
Frightens my mind
When asked to reveal
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Open wounds
Hindered gait
In the eye of my peers
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I am a ghost
Inside my own
Predicated world
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Catastrophic tendencies
Prevent security
Night terrors consume
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My mind as I enter
A room of certain scorn
Is this a God moment?