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Dec 2012
That thing
That hangs over us
Watching, eyes wide
No pupils
Just the white

It follows us
Up the block
Onto the train
Through the woods
Down the path
And back again

Sometimes we're aware
Of it
Sometimes we never think to
Notice
But
It
Is always
There
John
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John  28/M/New York
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