Are you reaching for me in the shadows?
Are you bringing me out?
Am I worthy? Invaluable? Out of touch? Body?
Can you undepress me?
Make me long? And shadow short?
Is this journey over?
Or are we still searching for the beginning?
Do you have time to come out and play?
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