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My Shadow by Thomas Irvin Duerksen You
say I'm scared
of
my shadow.
But
you
if
knew
My shadow. You would understand.
The
Bitter
by Julia
Gnaw
Meal
Kim
on the wood of despondency,
Let slivers of doubt cut your tongue.
Down To
slides the blood-filled anxiety.
the pits of depression
and dung.
In swirl insults
and some gossipings.
Out comes the
result with
If
what goes
What comes
no
in causes upset
lies.
and tears to flow.
out will attract only
flies.
