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Bowls of colour gargle on my vocal cords Keepin’ me here, by myself Rustle in the bushes have my feet and sword Rattle and rake, my escapade Shadow in my mind, why do you taunt these days Blown the leaves of yesteryear Sweepers and the rain have been my welcome friends But still you are menacing here Balaclava stiff with my beleaguered breath Keepin’ me cold, unaware How has been the outside I cannot design Just blobs and shapes, darkened staircases Reaver in my waking hours, stay away By keen distraction entertained Shadow in my mind, why do you play these games I don’t intend to participate