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May 2015
I awoke.
Adewake, state your mind.
Upon mine.
I'm just fine.

The gwaymish way.
A day, I'll stay.
Atop her bays.
They all glistened.

The sea-dappled air.
It blows thickly on shore.
Adorn. Horns blow
In forlorn.
I'm torn.

I'm rampulsing through.
Those midnight blues.
Highlight beshrew.
Formal. From my
Mind unto

The jubiscents of time.
Quote yours against
I'm grime.
So scrub me.
Invented language poem.
Luna Jay
Written by
Luna Jay  18/F/North Carolina
(18/F/North Carolina)   
   Amanda Goodness
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