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by kevin Boundy AKA the ghost Aug 23, 2008 category : Miscellaneous / Misc. poems
People ask me how I always know What the consequences will be Whenever they ask me I simply say The shadows speak to me Shadows whispering In my ear I hear them in my head Then they disappear I suddenly feel insecure And utterly alone I live in this phantom wasteland My home is the unknown The thoughts in my head Are something no one should see You ask me why? The shadows speak to me
by Christopher Wry
Interesting read well done.