Shadows

By Mac Guerreiro Sometimes this all feels temporary yet more temporary than most things,Sometimes it feels like borrowed time,Sweet, sweet time it is yet borrowed nonetheless,Voices shyly whisper in the depths, reminding me of my fears,Their whispers let me know Eye’m not here,Burrowed in my head eye come up for air, yet Eye’m still neck-deep …

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