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Micro 100 #16 My Familiar [376]
Without light there are no shadows,
without pain no knowledge of joy
I hide underneath stairs until there's no glimmer of light. At twilight I can move about without my familiar. I prefer clouds. Snow storms are best. Stars just twinkle; but ... they don't know Shadow.
I was born with him. We're twins joined at the foot. We never talk.
My aunt always sings,
till all pain becomes one with joy
and all darkness merges with light
She was born with a shadow too. She doesn't seem to mind.
still each New Moon beams innocent
until shadows start to appear.
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