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Shadow's Stride (Free verse) by D. $ Fontera I shred tears down
From crimson eyes
And whittle some fears
Into lies, I know
It's you
Grounded latches catch
And fetch me in the dark
By the ankles
While I stammer there
Clouds wound round
Your hair
Are darker to me
Than all the shades
In this black room
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