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Shadows
The darkness surrounds me
A world where life is unimportant
The blades are sharp
The shadows lurking
Everywhere I see death
Death in its purest form
I have gained nothing
Shadows hover over us
Sitting in corners
Creeping along walls
Bodiless shadows
Faceless beings
Mindless wanderers
Incomplete life
Torture
-Tanya Petkau-
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