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Nov 2019
With the watercolor of the evening sky
I paint my failed memories
That insist on looking for
In my mind, a space to allocate.

With the colors of the mountains
From lighter to darker green
I fill my lungs, let them inflate
I kick out the old air as a chance to change.

I don't hold hurt or grudge inside me
I know it will burn like fire
Flare I call soul.

Like water, I let them go
And I wash my bones and flesh in an attempt to purify
The evil they insist on keep inside me.
Anna
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Anna  F/from the sun
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