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Feb 2017
It was once high up to the brim,
the storm, the wave, the breeze,
as we are carried to the middle
of the uncharted yet wild sea
and the sun about to rise
the dusk about to disappear
we let the rosy amethyst
came and became the catalyst
the catalyst of the uprising
and we are no longer undermined,
now the dam is no longer a dam too.
Written by
afteryourimbaud  Kuala Lumpur
(Kuala Lumpur)   
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   Corvus
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