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Shadow


The shadow, it moves It stirs in its corner Hidden from sight It now comes forth Tired of waiting Who could have ever known? Invisible She is now seen She raises her head She sings to all a song Retreating back It’s all a dream
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The Doctor

I love to write poems and short stories. My short stories are always dark, but so is my poetry. I am actually a very happy person, but I do get in my darker moods and that is when my best poems come out.

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<p>I like that it is at least dreamed that the girl steps up and speaks. That gives it possibility of actually happening. Speak up for what you believe in. Always do what you think is right. Good luck.</p>
The Doctor
Are you the type that feels invisible and so you imagine? Do you think up dramatic scenes that will make everyone notice you once and for all, and for something worthwhile? But its all just made up, and so you retreat into your corner, too afraid. This is what this poem is about.

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