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Jan 2016
Within me, the beauty I found,
echoes not from my mind, unsound.
Within me, the beauty I found,
comes from her whispers, so loud.
Into madness, I descend.
For I seek the words,
I cannot comprehend.
Do I? Am I?
Rafael S Lasala
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Rafael S Lasala
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