The Reflection of Shadows
Each Day
Each day, with each breath I'm taking,
Is a moment I am faking.
I am smiling.
I am laughing.
I am perfect in the passing.
In the stopping, seeing, knowing,
I am breaking and unfolding.
I am gasping.
I am lying.
I am living through my dying.
Is a moment I am faking.
I am smiling.
I am laughing.
I am perfect in the passing.
In the stopping, seeing, knowing,
I am breaking and unfolding.
I am gasping.
I am lying.
I am living through my dying.
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