The gentle winds cool my cheeks
As I try to quell the fears within
What could I find behind the doors?
Will it be an arm extending grace
Or a horrifying face
Just as embers glide above the nearby swamps
I tried to reach on the sounding alarm
Feeling confident that I will not be shooed away
Due to my hideous looks and ways...
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