'Her cold walk...'

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Neither a bite nor a sip,
I could feel the claw
strengthening its grip
Never had I felt
a heartbeat so crisp
The sweat on my brow,
just let a bead drip
It was a look, 
I had learned to defend
The rolling of eyes, 
I had come to commend
Dare I look into those fearful eyes?
Dreadful and cold as a ball of ice
Not a day goes by 
that I regret my stand
Either you die 
or you work through the grind
My legs tremble at the sight of that spear
It was not the pain but humiliation I feared
I wouldn't dare the few steps I walked
Had I known they were on a sun bathed rock

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