Non-Erotic PoetryFear of ShadowsLike a shadow lost in the dark,
I wonder if she is happy
and with whom.
Self righteousness cuts
like a rusted razor;
successfully severing,
but with such pain.
I keep my eyes open
for the signs of the apocalypse,
as I live in fear
of intertwined silhouettes.
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