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It does little but follow

Each time it follows me

I know it is there

I feel it

in the back of my neck

the little hairs rising

it follows me.

I know and I feel it.

In the corners of the room

in the places where the shadows hide

it follows me.

Not the way a dog begs with ball or stick

play, play, play.

In the hallway

people moving

their drinks tipping

speaking to each other

direct transfer of dreams

and in the light

it still follows me.

Even in the shadows it finds me

and I am afraid.

What do you think?

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Legend

Written by DocAndersen

I am a long time blogger and technology poster.I focus on what is possible, but I also try to see what is coming. In recent years I have been focused on sharing the memories of my family, as part of my Family History Project.

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