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Poetry & Art

Ominousness

it exudes from your aura. my eyes closed — i sense ill motives before it arrives. it seeps into my being & we multiply. you haunt me, i stride right & without fail, you’re one step behind.

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by A.M Winchester

INFJ- wounded healer. traveling freelance writer and Integrative Healing Arts Practitioner.

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