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Shadow
Among the street lights,
I am chasing my own shadows.
One stretched out,
yelling, "The world is mine!"
Another was twitching,
embassed, saying,"Why does it have to be me?"
I am trying to grab hold of them,
making myself whole.
Into the night I wonder
if I will ever be free.
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Copyright � 1997 by Harry Wang, All rights reserved
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