CaughtA Poem by Megan OliverFor contest 10/40. Words required: barrel, dam, cloaked, cross, friends, freedom, roll, foggy, stars, vents.
I barrel along the dam, running from the cloaked figure. If don't cross, I will lose my friends, and freedom. I trip and roll onto the cool concrete, my mind foggy as the stars blink through the smokey chimney vents.
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