The shadow behind your door
is detached from the world.
It was pressed against
her boundaries long ago. . .
They say she is abstruse,
unpredictable,
And the most
crestfallen of all the souls.
The precarious walls
were essential to her eyes
But they could not see her
as the shadow, who tried. . .
. . To convince all
the narrowed sights
that she was the one
they had once called light.
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| natsukashii.
PoetryThey have diffused away his ingenious thoughts, and to justify is to become a seeker.
