Tuesday, October 7, 2014

The Shadow

As I stand there I feel a shadow walking out of me
Is it me or is it someone else in bright red lipstick?
I stare watching my shadow do her frolics
Is it me or someone else doing the antics?
Do I release myself through my shadow?
Or is it really another woman doing her show?
Thus thinking I walk on and as I’m about to hit a pole I come to my senses.

It is not my shadow, it is indeed someone else.

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