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Oct 2017
What am I,
If not an imperfect morning,

A violet sorrow shimmering in the blazing sun,
An assemble of shrouded thoughts struggling to express themselves,
A lovesick heart seeking to soothe itself,

A glass full of dust,

A moon sinking under the seductive candlelight,
A breathtaking waiting to vision our crashing existence.

I am what I am.
Written by
LNI  Paris
     Lior Gavra, y, Corey Parsons and TSPoetry
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