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Mar 2019
Late night serenity

What else makes me this way but her?

Adding fuel to my fire

This is an emergency,

Dire.

Serenity is her

The girl who makes my world bright

Not afraid, even to see the light.

I am filled with might.

Late night serenity,

When she speaks I hear a melody

Lost without her

I lose my identity

But then I found her,

Serene.

A sacred entity.
Serenity. The best feeling
Written by
Anthony Seepersaud
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