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Shadows
Shadows
I am the ghost in the room
Seeing, not seen
Listening, not heard
I can feel my breath
hear the heart in my chest
Living invisibly
A shadow nothing more
Stitch myself to you
Ignored
Out of rhythm,out of synch
Your light so dim
I disappear
I reflect a different Light
One that fits just right
I cast my very own
Shadow
I am myself.
With your light
I see the shape of you
In me.
Copyright ©
Crystol Woods
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