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In the dark

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GhostOfTheEmptyGrave

Published: Dec 23, 2013

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Literature Text

I am the creature
Who lurks in the dark
The one you never notice
But who's always there
Just observing the world
Without really understanding it
And waiting for the day
The day you notice me
And invite me into the light

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AnnaBellLee17

Jan 19, 2014

my friend, Sapphira-Adi, writes poems with the meaning unclear. she is a good poetry writer.

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