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Triauna Hall

If you don't learn to write your own story, someone else will write it for you

8 poems·Since October 2012

Poetry Is My Diary, My Heart, My Soul And My Life..

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Chills

October 9, 2012
That's chill I feel, coursing through my veins The picture frame I hang leaves me untamed No shame in my game but I'm still in pain That's chills I feel, shooting through my toes Nobody knows the roads that I chose The rose in the pose is as good as it goes That's chills I feel, once I take those pills The hills I climb helps me fulfills The thrill is surreal but not even to kill That's chills I feel, bouncing through my skin The sin within me reaching out again But in the end you know where I've been That's chills I feel, at the end of my hairs The pair of layers of high isn't fair Alone in the zone with no one there to share
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