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Mar 15
Within my grasp yet beyond my reach lies my beloved,
Whose eyes illuminate the darkness I yield,
Whose words hold captive my conscious past reason and rhyme,
That is the snare that traps me.

This fulfilling void I've come to embrace bears the essence of times forgotten,
Hidden alone in the ruins of dreams broken I reside,
Within the means of prayer and composure I sit and meditate on a virtue,
To transcend the physical and join the formless to meet my beloved I try,
I collect and render a feeling that my heart that will lead me to decide.
Melody Mann
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Melody Mann  23/F
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