It was cold and windy.
The landscape was full of shadow people.
No one was speaking.
I was left to my senses.
It was loud like a storm.
It lasted a month.
**** On behalf of the transcriber, Luke Meyer, this poetry is copyrighted material of a shadow person who remains anonymous. ****
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Author, blogger, painter, poet, schizophrenic, vitamin salesman. There's a shadow person living in my head is something I believe. Fiction. Digital art. Smalltime jobs. I do all these things. Bad biology is a lie. God is a robot. View all posts by Luke Meyer
