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​Un-named Poem by 12 year old Jacqui (lightly edited)
 
I was aware of a strange presence when I entered the room.
It was lurking in the darkness beyond the light cast by my flickering candle.
The stench of long-extinct life forms hung heavy in the thick, damp air.
The candle flickered, then died.
Darkness closed in.
I was running.
Cold Clammy fingers reaching for me.
Then pain, like fire—driving, searching, finding.
I was floating—surrounded by a soft aura of light.
Comfortable and warm.
Free from the worries of life.
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