Two faces and a crescent moon
passing by I'd once heard a soft tune,
and looked back to see
that forlorn melancholy figure of doom,
that had till recently been my shadow...
melted in the darkness, shattered and broken down
i gathered the pieces meticulously,
reconstructing my remains
and buried them in the sands
till time could peg me to its chessboard once again.
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