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Hazel Hira Ozbek Apr 2015
I saw the images of my soul
It was loud and dark
I saw the past lives of my shadow
It was short and fast
I saw the colors of every eye
It was deep, so deep that I feel in love more each time
I tasted the stories of the lovers I never had
I got lost and now I’m nowhere to be found

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