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Only when the sun hits at a perfect angle am I reminded that I have A Shadow

Silent sometimes foreboding Possession less Standing when I stand Walking when I’m in motion primarily out of sight

Shadow has no concern for tomorrow Partial to neither success nor failure Heedless of which direction to move this life in, who to spend time with or even how I’m feeling Really? What kind of a shadow is that? As I stand alongside this wordless phantom I question If I am its multi dimensional projection

The thing is ... Could my shadow actually be The Real Me? My shadow is hands down taller ~

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