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shadow_of_our_life
Deomis the image of what we were meant to be
following us around
haunting us
our imperfect past
this shadow of our true life
that is so evasive
we cannot grab it
we cannot lose it
we can only stare at it
as the passing of the sun
makes this shadow
play around us
and we realize what might have been
as we grasp for
the shadow of our life
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Darkhorse faceless figures drifting endlessly on the night, moving effortlessly onwards, gliding and sweeping over dark landscapes 050130