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Do you hear yourself scream?
Did you find your peace?
Your malevolence seems to
drive on the nightmares.
Your dull eyes, vacant cheekbones
reflect the constellations on the
star heavy sky.
Yet, you refuse to be broken.
You're a blue bird,
following the celestial path.
You're hollow inside,
yet your heart beat flows
through your veins.
Blood rush, in a heavy glow -
turns into ashes.
Sun set low, you skip a beat but
you still need to plant a seed.
Dance to the waves,
lose your mind.
Forget it. Let it go.
It's just you and your shadow.
You excogitate.
No you are not vexatious.
A mere drop of your tear kills.
The silence is so loud.
The dark abyss inside you,
scattered like a dying flower.
The sandstorm inside you,
as if to be purified, turns into ice.
You'll fall countless times -
to open as a paradise.
~Seraphina

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