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Her Shadow

A man sat in a dark room filled with the beautiful sounds of violins and pianos. Vibrations slowly climb onto his foot. Suddenly a white light shines through a door, he didn’t know was there. He slowly slid his armor on as he expects the worst. The door swung opened, and a perfectly shaped shadow of a women float pass the door and up his legs; covering him from his waist down. She moves her body as if she was a belly dancer to the hard beat that plays around the room. The bass of the beat hits hard as she speaks her first word. The orchestra of cello, violins and pianos play stronger and harder as she grabs his attention. “Say it.” she whispers. Her ostracism, my isolation freezes. “Get ready, I hope you have your armor ready, cause here I come.”

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