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he is the memory of something nearsomething stalking standing silently at your shoulder watching you stir and slumber tasting the breath of you the giddiness of your fear the fleeting touch against your back the darkness that sees from shadows where you half hear your name feels your heart sounding when all else is quiet   ***   has he ever touched the ground felt the life beneath his feet? Or was he born upon that beast A foul mewling mess Slick with the blood that birthed him That baths him still?

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ghostchild and golden monkey