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Oct 2012
There are many ways
To describe
Myself
A lost soul
Distant eyes
A cold stare
And yet
I am many
Other things,
Much happier.
Bright eyes
A warm smile,
A conversation,
A loving embrace.
And yet
All these ways
To describe
Myself
Are only words.
Written by
Connor Sullivan
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