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Sep 2014
I can feel it in the very air I breathe.
I can see it in the blackest night.
I can touch its coldness shrouding me in silk.
I can hear its suggestive words, constantly whispering.
I can taste its need to feed on my fear.
I can and will ignore this monster.
After all,
Its just my reflection.
© JLB
02/09/2014
01:28 BST
Camellia-Japonica
Written by
Camellia-Japonica  F/Wales
(F/Wales)   
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