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Dependent

I’ve little to say to you;
     I’m still finding new places
     to hide.

You lurk in the middle
of the room,

          oblivious

to your harm, and I find myself
in the shadows,

hoping

     you do not see me.

Our roles seem reversed
to anyone who does not know
to be afraid
of what has become

                    your way.

 

 

Originally published at Melancholy Hyperbole; found here.

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