There is a shadow of myself; it plays in the wind, dances in the sun, and dreams of heaven on earth. It will stand the test of all time, with the storms and rainbows that enter our space.
It will seek completion and hold out its hand to enter the world.
Unable to separate the dark from the light, no obstacles stand between reality and fantasy. Enter the shadow of parallel proportion.
Instant attraction and consummation take the shadow of souls to a beginning. In the race of fulfillment, the clouds come and go, the rain dances in and out, and the shadows breathe as one.
Enter into intermission.
A vow already written by the shelter allows a union and the shadows are released to exist as one.
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