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Apr 2014
Mystery loves company,
you are known by the company you keep,
hold this one to your chest,
                       do your best to not let it go,
                       like the shadow that creeps from the base,
                                                  of
                                                 any
                                                object
                                                  at
                                                  all
                        taller and longer, the black goes as far
as to become fuzzy and warm, the night will keep you from harm,
if you are the biggest meanest thing out in it,
and your shadow swallows all, while others wallow,
begging for pity, forgetting  
                           for letting their shadows stay at home,
alone, how I don't know, it is a mystery to me.
Ottar
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Ottar  where you will find me
(where you will find me)   
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