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Jan 2015
I'm afraid
that one day the sun will come up
and the shadows will appear
Mocking me as distant wishes in the light
Casting their gloomy glow on my wanderlust
And making everything I thought to be true, seem like a lie
As the air that I breath could be miles from home
The shadows will taunt me and make me feel alone
The place that I longed for might no longer be there
And is possibly replaced with an inhumane city love affair
The shadows, they warned me, it was too good to be true
But the shadows trail behind me everywhere I go
With the goal of keeping me dissatisfied
But the only goal they've attained is loneliness
Meg Howell
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Meg Howell  Georgia
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