Shadow
As the sun begins to set
Its presence is undeniably clear
Has it always been there?
Is it a ghost?
I’m scared to find out
But it’s getting so close
When I turn around
It disappears so swiftly
So I run for dear life
Only to find
It isn’t far behind
Shaking with fear
I turn around one last time
Then I see it…
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