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Apr 2011
stalk the perimeters
hide from the sun
sit in the darkness-
see what he's begun?
someone is there
she walks round and round
she creeps unaware
that every night i watch
and i wait
to catch!
and replace!
now it is she who sits on the porch chair
and i creep around
in the dark
quiet air.
Written by
Spearink
983
   Graced Lightning and Soul
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