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Feb 2010
Hands that follow every move,
face that mimics every groove,
soulful eyes in heartless shell,
silent lips my secrets tell,

Creature cast in skin and bone,
statue made of moving stone,
empty hulk of evil seed,
jaded mass of wicked deed,

Standing just within my grasp,
hidden walls prevent my clasp,
frozen shadows now unfurled,
trapped within this hazy world.
Nekatu Poetry © Arik Fletcher
Arik Fletcher
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