There's something behind every shadow
that flits at the corner of eyes, and
it loves you to bits.
You walk along conscious of nothing
unseen, but the glows in bright tones
leave subliminal sheen
As you're checking your screen
for a picture to take
That could somehow recapture
this world that you make.
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