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I don't need you
I'm tired of you.
Trying to slip back.
Into the spaces of my mind.I'm a cloud.
Easily controlled.
Fickle to love.But I just don't love you.
I don't need you.
No more.So let me go.
Let me be free.
Let me feel.Let me be myself.
Pure and snowy.
Let me experience life on my own.[
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The Stars in my Hands
PoesieThe stars in my hands: is a poetic prose work capturing each star in 3 short poems. Alexander Lorien