Rivulets of silver make crystalline track marks as they flow.
I look for you everywhere I go.
I see you everywhere we went.
Perhaps you sheltered me from some greater evil...
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There is an uneasiness about this piece. A just barely below the surface terror almost. It's hard to wrap your finger around, but still very much present.. Like a shadow. I wonder what this guy might say in response to some of these poems if he ever saw them? ..,
your works never cease to amaze me... [3