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There is something dark and horrible That follows me about Sometimes it will hide from me Then suddenly, Jump Out! It takes so many different forms Grotesque to quite bizarre But I’m happy to have it with me It shows I am ok, so far, At times it’s small and stunted As wide as it is high Others it is teen feet tall But I don’t wonder, why? My shadow is this object This apparition of despair For if it is missing, the sun’s gone in Either that, or I’m not there!!! |
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