Sunday, April 14, 2019

day EIGHT HUNDRED and FIFTEEN


Shadowing

As always he trails behind me,
taunting me, haunting me,
he's rotting in a far away land,
but he's still with me. He''s still here,
my shadow. Wanting to be just like me,
following me into war and ruin.
As always with that stupid grin.

by Mark lee

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