Hairs
When those fickle little hairs
on the back of one's neck
rise up in pair's
And everything inside you begins to stir
Never forget what you have seen
And where you have been
Because moments like this
Are a reason to exist
Copyright © Christopher Flaherty | Year Posted 2015
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