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Where I have become
A journey, a trek,
a trip down a long and lonely road
that led me to butterfly kisses
in a reign of dementia,
settling silently upon my mind,
My muse lost in the fall
somewhere between a bed of lilacs
in shades of purple and turquoise blue,
and the elaborations of a tormented soul
battling reflections of his past.
Nothing more than a silhouette of time rendered reality
This is what I have lapsed into,
where I have gone,
why you have not seen me.
Though I stood beside you,
This is where I hid, in this nothingness.
Not who I am, but where I have become.
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