Slow dilution

The shadow is eating my life
Every morning I wake up
I can feel its lurking slip
The shadow is a regular guest at my table
it tastes my wine, takes the last bite from my plate
We have a hate-hate relationship
She sneezes and I enjoy the flu grip
Lately, she even invited other friends to join us
So I am completely lost in this sea of shadows
Having no chance but to become one
one way or another

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