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Sep 2014
This won't
be a poem about a man
This is about the self that was lost .
Years spent to achieve the emptiness
I'm left with, Because yellow is the
color of the sun, and I'm the earthly
brown which covers corpses,
The symbol of a pathetic filthy
me emerges in your thoughts,
Whilst my caterpillar
self, Shall become
a butterfly
one
day
!!!
But for now, I'm struggling to find a word
that describes the act of swallowing tears
Paula Sullaj
Written by
Paula Sullaj  31/F/Albania
(31/F/Albania)   
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     S R Mats, Rupal, r, --- and Rachel Cloud
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