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Shadows
shadows sinking
 into the ground.
 invisible they are,
 running away
 into the night;
 scared.
 
 maybe you don't
 see this,
 but I do
 and I see
 shadowy hands
 asking for help.
 
 my heart
 pounding.
 my black scream
 shattering 
 this dark night.
 it's a scream
 of desperation.
 
 I see that
 it's midnight,
 and I'm standing
 with 
 the shadows. . . 
 
 desperate hands 
 begging for help
 in this dark;
 inquiring for someone
 to wake 
 their shattered, tired
 hearts.
 
 these shadows,
 part of the background;
 the stone for their bed,
 almost dead.
 their bodies,
 so tired from
 fleeinging. . .
 
 I look around
 and I realize,
 we are
 the shadows
 silently 
 shouting for help;
 
 requesting 
 for someone bigger
 to wake us, 
 the copies.
 we're wanting
 to rise 
 from the dead.

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