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Nov 2019
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  ‌The room on fire
‌  ‌fires, flames, burning
‌  ‌A young man rushes through
‌  ‌-A war-time lover
‌  ‌Few decades later to
‌  ‌be recalled, by his girl
‌  ‌-Old lady, by then-
‌  ‌He dances, runs amidst
‌  ‌the flames
‌  ‌coat swirling
‌  ‌"freedom!"
‌  ‌he yells
‌  ‌"freedom!"
‌  ‌yells everything
‌  ‌bells
‌  ‌winter winds
‌  ‌turn day to night
‌  ‌a ship sinking
‌  ‌movie tape running
‌  ‌and running
‌  ‌in an empty
‌  ‌hall
‌  ‌cinema set ablaze
‌  ‌    Mirrors now
‌  ‌ 7 of them
‌  ‌or I can't see the rest
‌  ‌    I'm not sure
‌  ‌ sounds meandering
‌  ‌     need the rest
‌  ‌  don't forget the flower
‌  ‌       follow the footsteps
‌  ‌ stay on search

‌ Finally
‌ I can recognize
‌ my reflection

‌  ‌
Ylang Ylang
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Ylang Ylang  26/M
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