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I stand here staring
At a shadowed wall.
Curious shadows.
They squirm and dance,
Only to be hushed
By the ever present
Light, controlling the
Shadows, as I on
A chain. Whipping them
Back at any sight
Of movement or fright.
As the light moves,
Dominating the wall,
The shadows retreat,
Barely resisting.
The shadows are shoved
Into a small corner,
To be thought of little.
I, too, turn away
In utter disgust
Of such apparent weakness.
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Amy Megsin
My name is Amanda. I am 20 year old Canadian, who tends to see things in a slightly different light than others. My poetry and writing bring out the side of myself which is normally tucked away, due to society's training. Without my writing, I would have no outlet, and therefore, would soon cease to be.
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