Miss Shadow
Miss Shadows portrail
is what I consider betrail
because she looks nothing like me.
Miss Shadow sits
as my mind throws fits
so calm,
I can't imagine why.
Again and again, I cry and cry
now Miss Shadow wonders why
-she lies on my wall-
she's mocking me now
-to stop
first, I have to try.
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