In the shadows, there’s a certain clarity,
A taste of downcast darkness,
A truthful distillation.
In the shadows, there’s a granularity,
A note of deep resignation,
A smokey reverie.
In the shadows, there’s a drowsy gauze,
A placid, pensive surrender,
A tranquil, hushed balm.
There’s a solitude in the shadows
On the edges of our survival.
In the shadows, there’s a roving...
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