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Natasha crept,
from street to street,
across the concrete
never once
wanting to retreat
for
even though she was heartless at times
she would rather drag her feet
than admit defeat.
She held the creature in a hand
and knocked on doors with the other
until, at last, she gave up,
and decided to walk no farther,
when the sight of such a large house
told her she should look for no other.
But just as she bent down
to dispose of the creature,
as light and small
as a feather,
A sharp knife
settled on the nape of her neck
paralyzingly her
altogether.
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Napoleon
Poetry❞he swore he'd let her kill him a million times and a million more before he laid a finger on a single thread of the dress she wore.❞ [©2016PO]
