Let me scribble it out
from my mind even though
it has been unwanted still
unabated by drool faces
that shadows are who we are
for we all live as one that goes
every where with you as a ghost
uncoloured shadows like black
we can only abdicate in death
as the shadow return to casket
of box still uncoloured black
the faithful shadow always
for those black past shadows
are abhor and abhorrent
it was aberrant and aberration
of norm from truth to sin
those abducted shadows
that leave us not but stay
in uncoloured body
of every existence to be
if man is not far from breath
then man must be a shadow
may be of death or of life
that we may remain shadows...
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