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Such people as him naturally couldn't get older.
He just turned from a soother to a smoking pipe
and after, of a reviving apparatus he became a holder.
He had a Shadow. He called it names: an idiot dunce, a snipe,
it lived under his bunk bed and suffered from the nightmares -
it dreamt of being sucked into bed as if it was a fathomless mouth.
He was a man of no definition or creed, a man past any compares
thus he got afraid of his Shadow and even fled to the South
as looking at his doppelganger's face lessened his oneness.
Such a funny, little man he was, so he broke all the mirrors in his house
and hated midday sun as it created shadows which put him in distress.
He blinded the house and little queen of darkness was already not his spouse
but himself. His Shadow was still haunting him, trying to break free
but he kept his eyes closed until it got pale and transparent from despair.
Only once the Shadow grew gloomy and cried: "Why did you destroy me?"
"You, silly little sod, just because I was alone and you were there",
his response was exhaustive and as extraordinary as he was himself.
One day his wife whose light straw hair turned dim from the obscurity of night
broke all his toys and left with a bunch of light bulbs that she found on the shelf.
Then he became the only one, safe from the temptations and shadows of daylight.
But he got bored so soon and also left the house to find a follower or a rival,
but no one noticed him without his Shadow, as if he was not complete or alive,
but he did not surrender and went in its search - the only means of revival.
He neither ever found the Shadow nor cut out struggle and strife,
what a small, complicated creature he was, until once upon a time
he looked at the last surviving mirror of all the mirrors
and saw a dark shadow right behind him. Its voice sounded to him like chime
when it whispered in his ear sheltering its words from all the hearers:
"Even though you treat me bad, you are the only man I've ever had,
and as we both will never get older, let's put our misunderstanding in order"
and the Shadow kissed him and sucked itself into his mouth so bad
and obscene and false that it reminded the Shadow of the disorder
of the nightmares it had many year ago sleeping under its man's bunk bed.
"Your saliva is poisoned by the darkling - inside and outside",
told him his Shadow from within with his own voice, in his own head,
and they laughed together illuminated with their unity and pride,
becoming a dark big man, reaching his goal and becoming one.
He was again the most exclusive one.
The only one.