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Apr 2016
I am fearful of my vivid imaginationsΒ 
through which haunts me in the dark
When there is light
all is vast
all is present
The unseen could be seen
When there is darkness
all is gone
except for my awareness
visualizing every little elements that I once saw in the light
When there is light
I feel isolated
When there is darkness
I feel suffocated
Yuka Kang
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