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Izzah Batrisyia May 2015
17
The constant numbness,
Hitting straight to my bones,
And the only thing I can feel,
The heavy weight of emptiness.

The state of mind: allure,
A rainy day with hot summer Sun,
With tears of powdered sugar,
Unfinished songs of trance.

Can I fall out of my arms,
They're feeling ever so sore.
You see stars inside the sea,
And I want to swim with the moon.
The night I turned 17.
© 2015 Izzah Batrisyia

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