Her shadow appeared
for many years,
at short, sharp intervals.
A sticky shadow
with a strong smell
of resentment,
remembered in unguarded time
over the space
of an unspoken
commentary of looks.
Being hooked
by everlasting
memories of delight
that he shared
with immaturity....
and his own
perpetuating youth,
he was unaware
that an onlooker
knew his truth.
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