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In darkened corners,

my feet stumble

as I hide from the light.



I wallow in seclusion

when you were

seeking me,

whispering that you

found me before

I ever went missing.



It was all my fault.

I heard the ghosts

in cobwebbed crevices

and obeyed them

although they had

nothing to offer.



My feet find

the strength

to move back to you.