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small paranoia
sometimes when the wind kicks a leaf
along the sidewalk, scraping the concrete,
chasing me,
i must turn to see it isn’t some animal
coming to maul me.
along the sidewalk, scraping the concrete,
chasing me,
i must turn to see it isn’t some animal
coming to maul me.
Published 2nd Dec 2013
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Anonymous
29th Jan 2014 5:05am
i can relate! wonderful write
29th Jan 2014 5:20am
19th Apr 2014 7:23am
at about that time you should discover you do not need to hit the joint again, paranoia paranormal is achieved
20th Apr 2014 5:52am
hey, thanks for subscribing and considering my stuff. Hm. actually i've always had this sort of thing with dry leaves being moved around, for many years. i hear something scraping. i see something moving. i flinch, physically and mentally. thought it was worth a poem or two.
