"What I felt was only an illusion to you, a dream, lost itself buried underneath my thin layer skin. Well now I'm breaking apart and they've been set free." [Highest rank poetry #128}
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A spark that fades,
Just as you touch it, yet,
Illuminating all shades.
Fleeting and transitory,
Still it manages,
To convey a story.
Highest ranking till date: #13 in poetry (4/12/16)