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I can see her shadow... moving behind the curtains...
She can't see me... I hide between the trees...
She moves about her life... never looking through her window...
I sallow my tears and fears but never my pride...
And yet another night with me staring at her shadow...
she in the light... and me in the dark...
The unseen mistakenly assumed nonexistent...
* The Narratives: stories, events, and scenes that happen[ed] inside and around my head…
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