The sonnet arrived with a single red rose and a messenger, written in a man's firm hand. It smelled of rose water, of his desire to take some part of her she was unwilling to give.
'Sonnet for a Shadow'
Leave me no space, no single stone unturned
That I might be graced with a Shadow's smile.
For in its absence, I have deeply yearned
To feel the
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