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Calmly...
the words flowed from within...
Baby whats wrong..
He didn't answer..
starting too fear the mysterious
person following his every move...
Throwing his hands in the air
pulling hes hair screaming...
Its alright..
Its your souls reflection
staring back at you..
He wants too play hide & seek
when the sun beams from the wall...
You'll find him harmless as
a bird spreading its wings...
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He's a little dark with no eyes...
He lend all his colorful
visuals too you so you can see
things he can't..
He's there all the time..
Its not his fault...
He blends in with the night...
Believe mama when she say
don't be afraid of whats deep
in your skin your Shadowly Twin..
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That was great. My lil nephew used to do the same thing, when he got older he bugged us all out by saying he hated the dooby man. freeky. No one had ever used that phrase around him...odd. ~Rae