Sitting in a dark room
You look around
A dark lump of flesh
Moving in the corner
Is it alive or
Is it not
Why is it so difficult
You think
To say it out loud
Why is it so bad
You think
To move it about
The thing moves closer
Closer than you know
With every passing second
You look at it again
It seems to look back
You smile and let it
Take over
A mirror of my thoughts and imaginations...
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