A silent twin that stretches, shrinks, and sways,
A darkened mimic through the sunlit days.
No voice to speak, no hand to touch or hold,
A phantom presence, stories yet untold.
It dances with us in the morning's light,
A lengthened figure reaching for its height.
At midday's peak, a compact, somber blot,
Then lengthens once more, as daylight's fires are shot.
It...
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