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It was utterly vague and vast
 How the sky mesmerize the night
 Dim light of words and suffice 
 She unsure of anything to sacrifice. It was the only star shining brightly Whom to tell when she cried vividly The smile is worthless yet uncanny
 It still a mysterious spotlight hidden under the canopy. Call for the all it is worth of every lullaby 
Sing to her the song of another mid-July
 All the roads she could partake in
 All the loves she had lost and found from within. Holding the root through the palm
 Not the tree but withhold with her arm
 Say that she couldn’t be loved
 That because she flawed in every curves. Aloof is not a worthless feeling
 Another paradox from isolation of fitting in.
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Jun 13, 2016
Jun 13, 2016 at 12:26 PM UTC
Spica I
It was utterly vague and vast
 How the sky mesmerize the night
 Dim light of words and suffice 
 She unsure of anything to sacrifice. It was the only star shining brightly Whom to tell when she cried vividly The smile is worthless yet uncanny
 It still a mysterious spotlight hidden under the canopy. Call for the all it is worth of every lullaby 
Sing to her the song of another mid-July
 All the roads she could partake in
 All the loves she had lost and found from within. Holding the root through the palm
 Not the tree but withhold with her arm
 Say that she couldn’t be loved
 That because she flawed in every curves. Aloof is not a worthless feeling
 Another paradox from isolation of fitting in.
dechanteur
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Malaysian
Jun 13, 2016
Jun 13, 2016 at 12:26 PM UTC
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