My Shadow.
The one who follows me;
My very own shadow.
She sees what I see;
But she's only light left shallow.
Only a shade of me,
Just my spirit colliding with life.
My shadow mimics me;
She does what I do.
But one day, my shadow;
Will die with me,
And swallow me whole.
Then only shadow beneath me;
–In a shallow pool of shades.
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