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Shadows - Silhouettes

When shadows become silhouettes,
It's your mind playing with regrets.
Those dark memories, darker still,
Replaying, over and over, that last kill.

Although the silhouettes bleed crimson,
You still really want to win them.
So the shadow play, will still play.
Watching, committing, the murder, the prey.
©Odd

Odd

@Odd

Just a some what "odd" girl, living in what feels like a glass box. Hello Opuss, the savour of my sanity. my little private world amongst a life of being watched and watching.

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