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Is that me looking back from the mirror?
Is that me with the scars on her arms?
Is that me from a couple of minutes?
Is that me without a beating heart?
I drained the life from every rainbow
I made your eyes rain with tears
I killed your cheerful shining halo
It was me, it was me
I stare at all my loves they're dead
And I lose all my sanity
They're cold and I try so hard to warm them
But I never had mercy. It was me.
Lara Houssami
7-24-2019
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Nephophilia
Poetry'Nephophilia' is the love for clouds. Clouds may seem ordinary for some people, but they aren't ordinary at all for me, and it is obvious for most of my poems have mentions of clouds in them.
