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Apr 2018
Black phantoms
peruse the streets,
silently and solemnly
as they don’t speak.


Curious passers by
week after week
seek a glimpse,
just a peek.

Who are these phantoms
covered in black,
these phantoms
that don’t look back?

Black phantoms,
masked in their dark
are unaware of life
beneath their mask.

But curious beings
search for them
through the dark
and wish to learn
who lies beneath
the mask.
Poetroyalee
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Poetroyalee  22/F/My chaotic mind
(22/F/My chaotic mind)   
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   ---, Rose, ---, Timothy and Wordmancer
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