Spinster mind

Stalker please do not stalk shadows.
They are long and stride before you
Under red rock, into the afternoons
When you doze in lonely bed rooms
On yesteryears’ stale love thoughts.

Stalker, shadows are not from love
But just figments of  spinster mind
Trapped in a  body’s parched throat
With a mind spinning fevered tales.
Most of all, they are not all that real.

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