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Mar 2014
There's a shadow hanging over me
belonging to the me
I was supposed to be.
I squirm to lose this shadow
because it is following
a ghost of me.
Looming languidly and large
it mimics my movements with melancholy.
I hide in the dark
so it won't find me.
Lyteweaver
Written by
Lyteweaver  Saint Petersburg, FL
(Saint Petersburg, FL)   
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