Superficial Exposition of Schattentänzer

The things we’ve gifted to each

other just lay around the place

occupying shadows, some of them

crumpled on the floor, others kept in

a drawer.  The thought counts as much as

the time took to be a token of love.  There is so much

depth in the shadows, so much lurking

in the dark, at most you can only ever

see half, assuming any of it is visible at all.

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