The solitary life of an INFJ

I am a sheet of paper
White
blackened by words
Phrases smeared across
Idiosyncratically irregular
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I am a predator
Preying my hunt, grazing,
Edging nearer
I hear a gunshot
And darkness
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I am a sailor in a ship
Fearing high tides
Lighting, darkness and water
A calm ocean
My wet dream
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I am everything
around me.
Lost,
I find myself
In words

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Two childhood buddies on an unexpected Adventure

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