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Dec 2019
I fall,
Yet I stand.

Dark,
Yet so bright,

Empty,
Yet so full.

White,
Yet black.

What is grey?
Tell me.

I will be waiting in the middle,
If I ever find it,
Look for me there.
Written by
Natalia  20/F
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