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7d
mine, ephemeral wind of sorrow
belonged, bestowed, becoming;
reach, reign, rain.
gentle, i will scatter.
mine, borned puddles of consequence
look into me – look into you,
I may only exist a day
But I can recognize beauty.
Written by
Benjamin Parada
17
   Ghost
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