softness of skin
curves in light
yet nothing ever changes

it wasn't breathing, but it was definitely waiting

i walked past the same place three times and it never looked the same

the architecture changed the moment i turned my back

there was something in the trees but i didn’t want to be right

i recognized the house, but the front door was on the wrong side

it’s been following me for miles, just outside my peripheral vision

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