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by: Sandra W.

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You stalk me
In the haunted trees
Your spirit covers mine
With ease.
Though I flinch,
There’s no escape.
You cover me
It’s not quite rape.
No brutal force,
Still,…ravaging.
I open up to
Let you in.
And you descend to fill a place
I didn’t even see
As space.
You fill my life
You gray despair
Through the trees
I see you there.