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Monday, June 20, 2011
Shadow by Gracie
The shadow moves.
It moves with me, it moves with you.
The shadow is alive.
I am dead.
It lives in my death.
The shadow lives as they all die.
The shadow dies.
It dies slowly.
It dies painfully.
It dies.
The shadow dies.
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