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Aug 2020
I’m still afraid of the dark
if I’m being very honest

petrified
of conjured shadows
lurking monsters
imagined foes

it’s when the night
is still & quiet
that I feel those eyes
so clearly

perhaps I’m being
watched by God
or something much more sinister
BB Ward
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BB Ward  20/F/Dallas, Texas
(20/F/Dallas, Texas)   
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