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There in the corner of your eye you think you see the door open, but when you turn your head it’s gone.
Don’t blink, you might miss what you thought you saw.
Standing tall you know they exists, but when you search, there is nothing.
Yet you still, in the back of your mind, know it wasn’t just a dream.
It wasn’t the wind.
Not the shadow.
This is something more.
Don’t Blink, you might miss what you thought you saw.
In the day light, the sun hovers over the trees, you stand at the well in front the bank.
The wind sways the trees, the shadows come from atop the roof of the bank.
Don’t Blink, you might miss what you thought you saw,
It’s not the trees, this is something more, but when you look there is nothing to see.
How could it be that because you blink you write off what you know you thought you saw.
