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The world of you is a mystery
an eminent wakening
to the core of true nature
I see you smiling alone
with a fragment of sadness
singing in your eyes
with the voice of a lonely child
pretending within the glory
of sorrow
Yet you are my savior
the strong one
with the gentle mind
in tune with my own fragments
and we are artists
with painted words and heartaches
enhancing a common canvas
with layers of form
and we are beautiful


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