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Chained to these walls I can see only the shadows The fire gives light to these dark silhouettes I call them by their names Puppets, people, or books. They're  my company and must be real. I perceive only what I see. Silhouettes and shadows that are real to me. I force myself to turn My shackles are tight I embrace the company of  my companions Puppets, people, and books. I know them by no other names. Inspired by The Allegory of The Cave
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Mar 28, 2017
Mar 28, 2017 at 11:49 AM UTC
Poem Imprisoned by Reflection
Chained to these walls I can see only the shadows The fire gives light to these dark silhouettes I call them by their names Puppets, people, or books. They're  my company and must be real. I perceive only what I see. Silhouettes and shadows that are real to me. I force myself to turn My shackles are tight I embrace the company of  my companions Puppets, people, and books. I know them by no other names. Inspired by The Allegory of The Cave
george-maris
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Mar 28, 2017
Mar 28, 2017 at 11:49 AM UTC
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