My shadow wears a dress that's muddy and
wet,
Since then it has came closer in appearance like a
jet.
Recently my shadow ask me to follow it through a
rocky valley,
It reminds me to take a deep breath to visualize
Uncle Salley.
My shadows gives me free time during the
day,
To meditate my pleasures of a Greek Goddess in a
dreamy way.
I start talking to my shadow which I rarely
allow,
Sneaking out the window at night to a dream so
shallow.
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