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May 17
After theΒ Β chaos of struggle
When the source of power stopped flowing
From the tensioned dried body

I saw a paint appeared
Colored in blue like a sky
Elevating from
The horizon of the sea

Calmed down,
I saw the paint
Growing around me through me

All pure blue
Degrading in a lighter blue
It was a light

Constant
Likely that it was already there
And always behind
Written by
A Jung Lim
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     M-E and BR Dragos
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