Shadow

Amir Or

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Like the body in time it’s all too easy to forget.
It grows bigger as your light sets;
first it’s just a cube of darkness —pulled out of your heart,
but precisely for that reason it’s licking your calves with its warm tongue.
And when you think of it it’s almost endearing:
the dead toss a white bone to it.

 

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