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poem is already a failure An army of shadows awaits outside the door but I Am only interested in yours I live in your shadow I cant see anything from underneath the darkness Except your glowing skin Its enough for me Just to hear your voice I cant say anything to you because my words mean nothing They fade to inaudibility before they leave my lips Because they are shallow words In shallow graves The next few lines are already laughably cliche And I haven't even written them yet Maybe I dont see the way other people see I dont want to if they cant see you The way I do |