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Sep 2016
A shade of yellow
Or a speck of orange,
A gleam of purple
Or a dot of red,
Slowly waking
                         up to myself-
I am moving through me.
                  A birth that feels like ending,
           A death that feels like beginning,
       I am ending, I am starting,
I am living,
       Finally moving.
Written by
Tahiya Nuzhat
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