Half-Jack

ShadowsA shadow just behind By the light of what will come Brought forward in the mind With an attending little humShadows
Of memories drifting by; We cannot stand the light For in it we must die, And so we direct our sight
Over shadows cast behind That follow every little motion, Captivating the ready mind In the depths of nostalgic potion;
But dark things there are too, Cast by blackness beyond light; And no matter what we do, They hide in shadows in our sight,
In the shadows cast behind, Things of horror and of bliss, F
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b scard i bite & thats not a joke.... its a warning.
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