April 12, 2012 by Shammy
There’s a silhouette, of a man, tucked behind my eyelids.
I see him every night when I try to shut them.
He taunts me,
Getting bigger and bigger.
I don’t know who he is and why he torments me so.
– Shammy 4/12/12 4:36pm
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