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here we are both i and you shadows in a dim lit room the hero has just left the both of us naked sitting upright. suddenly alone. we feel the breeze as it snakes through the room like the smoke of something we have only just exhumed an hour ago or maybe less.  it must be you or have you left as well already right behind the smoke. you hide behind your eyes. mythical or not can this be real. is this for real. for real its not: it's always fleeting like perfection, youth, and wit. and spirit too apparently..this story might continue.