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Shadows

  • dreamsasreality
  • 24. Nov. 2025
  • 1 Min. Lesezeit


I did not notice, not like this spring, not like this summer.

Shadows drifting, not knowing the light, until it touched me.

My boy, who does not reach for my skin, the tremble of being myself, sometimes.

The shadow here, not the twin of my light, but something softer.


2025

 
 
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