Louder than the rumours
of the good in the world
Was the declaration
of the resemblance
my throttled dreams bore to
a shadow’s shadow
Dissolved in its presence
and dented by innocence
Roiled
A Blind Bird
There's no sky, just stars.
Louder than the rumours
of the good in the world
Was the declaration
of the resemblance
my throttled dreams bore to
a shadow’s shadow
Dissolved in its presence
and dented by innocence
A Blind Bird 
I like the image of this poem, and the image you used with the poem. “Shadow’s shadow” sounds especially desolate.
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Thanks!
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