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Feb 2015
Every pigments flash
before our eyes
too fast, too bright
we couldn't grasp,
we couldn't keep up,
we couldn't stop.

Strive to move,
soar to fly.
It will never halt,
it will never falter
Be strong,
Be brave,
live.
We have to endure :)
Penthesilea
Written by
Penthesilea  Philliphines
(Philliphines)   
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