Play..

"relieve
my shadow", pleaded
the man to
his lord
slowly
stretching
out his hand
to extinguish
the only
lamp still
burning in
the room.

"your sympathy
is irrational", thundered
the lord
cracking a
whip on his
beloved subject's
hand,
fearing
to let go
the sole
endorser of
the game of
existence.

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