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Thursday, 15 May 2014

Random poem 6 ...

Ever felt our outlines merge

Into the shadows that we are

Blend into curves of unknown horizons

Lights illuminating the halos and washing out scars.

Ever felt our silhouettes burning

Into ashes, sand and dust

Does some lonesome world hold the power

To distinguish you and me from us?

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