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An image
fell from below

it was my shadow
young and unpredictable
not like any other
he once put his hand into a pool of water
and screamed in pain and agony
because water is like acid to him

it's powers are useful
it fights away evil spirits
sliknking and creeping around
it makes everything dark
so I can get away from trouble

it makes things appear and reappear
even the wach-dogs scramble away

we slip into the shadows
not to hide
but to party

devils, spirits, and ghosts befriend him
he is like the pit of a plum
like the heart of a giant party

at night he lurks around dark, forgoten streets
on sad, cloudy days when I can't see him, and he can't see me
he goes into nowhere
and nagotiates between
the sun and the clouds

he let's me know if there's danger
he hears chating, secrets, whispering, and laughter

it's like he's attatched to me
and when he's torn away from me
streaks through the world,
desparate to find me

and sometimes he does,
when the sun and clouds agree.