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Jul 2015
I'm complex.
Not simple as you have been told,
In the channels and divisions of your mind,
I take many paths,
Each defined and broken between my hands,
Which gracefully crush,
Barbarically love,
Until the inner-workings of your heart,
Escape to the outside,
Where truth flows in rivers,
And drowns the fruit of hate,
A new understanding,
That we cannot contemplate.
Parsavagely Kompenere
Written by
Parsavagely Kompenere  19/F/Yorkshire
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