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I keep moving,
Moving forward,
To keep the presence at bay,
To keep the hands from touching my shoulders,
The claws from piercing my skin,
The cold from seeping into my soul,
I can’t stop,
Won’t stop,
I have made too much progress,
Moved too far forward,
I’m not going to stop,
Never.
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Amethyst Champagne
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