In The Shadows

Insiped creature why do you follow me around
mimicking my every move?
Leaving me alone only at high noon.
You blend into the ominous shadows in the the dark.
I know you're still there,
following this lonely soul around.
Watching, waiting for my numbered days to expire.



Be afraid, be very afraid, your shadow is out to get you! ; o)

by Doc. Smooth

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Creepy! I like it! :) Sincerely, Mary