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Who is She?
just a little more from class.
She follows me by light of day
as if no one can see.
No matter at the turns I take
stays steadfast at my feet.
I do not know from whence she came
nor what her name is called.
They look at me like I’m insane
for wanting her to fall.
Arriving in my room at dawn
lays down with me each night.
This stranger that I’ve never known,
my shadow, gave me fright.
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