CLINGY SHADOWS

Shadow _ The Written Word.jpgThere’s that window you can’t close
Cause your fingers can’t conceive the lock
There’s that shadow that you can’t chase
Cause it’s yours to cherish and behold
And lead in love till death yells at you.

Even if the sun should stand still
It will never move near or far
It’s the mother of your illusions
The little cousin of your imagination
The betrothed of your false twin.

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