Friend
By Kritter
Seed in my brain, Planting its roots. Thoughts that aren’t mine? Whose are they then? A shadowy face, Grinning and laughing. His eyes pierce the dark, And stare into me: The fear I feel was never here before, A symptom of him. Written March 19th, 2002 © on Mar 18 2002 04:04 PM PST 18 • 0 • 1
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