As I stand there I feel a shadow walking out of me
Is it me or is it someone else in bright red lipstick?
I stare watching my shadow do her frolics
Is it me or someone else doing the antics?
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Whatever it is, a ghost, figments of imagination playing tricks on you, phantom wandering, a shadow has no substance. I like the articulation and penning of the poem. Thanks for sharing. Please read my poem MZANSI AND THE BALLOT BOX.
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Whatever it is, a ghost, figments of imagination playing tricks on you, phantom wandering, a shadow has no substance. I like the articulation and penning of the poem. Thanks for sharing. Please read my poem MZANSI AND THE BALLOT BOX.