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Remembering
sad days
makes me happy,
I met
You there.
We are damaged,
     You and I,
But we're not broken
Sometimes,
    Love just fades
                         Away
I am attracted to all things
that have some darkness to them
to the mysteries they hold
-real or imaginary-.
.
I'm not sure of the reason why
maybe because I have some
latent darkness in me or maybe
I want to know if I'm
   Real
         Or
            Imaginary.
Pour energy
into your
words

Write with intensity
so great
that if you held the page
from a mountain's peak
your words
would be mistaken
for
stars
wow! I'm so honored to have been selected for the daily. I feel like there are far more deserving writers than I!
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What is the
             appeal
                     of a
                         foverever
                            ­     drowning
                                             in silence?
  Apr 2016 Alessandra Vargas
ThePoet
Who are we to say
that a love is not to be?
That a love does not belong
and can never be set free?

Who are we to think
that a kind is not our people?
That a kind is far beneath us
and will never be as equal?

Who are we to feel
that a face can look unusual?
That a face must be a canvas
and be painted to be beautiful?

Who are we to judge?
To say love is prohibited?
To think below of others?  
To feel minds can be limited?

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