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Mar 2020
Waving at me,
Far, far away,
My shadow stares,
It strikes midday.

Feline reflexes,
It moves with me,
Without a single,
Discrepancy.

My shadow nears,
Showing her claws,
And showing me,
All of my flaws.
Carla
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Carla  17/F/Australia
(17/F/Australia)   
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