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~ Won First Place at The Amoré Awards in the Poetry Category ~
~Won Second Place in The Sparkle Awards~
~Won Second Place in The Oasis Awards~
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What d e f i n e s you?
The desolate woods under the euphoric skies?
The d y i n g colours in their menacing eyes?
The untamed fear in the midst of chaos?
That dramatic pattern of stars hidden amongst the clouds?
What are y o u ?
-E.B.K
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