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In the tears she cries
They fall in colorful stream
Albedo white flush in the cocktail
Blended mornings and simple nights
No longer of persil as the beaming shot
Cooling in blue ice flesh
But when the sobs stall and the plight
Calm and still satellites stream
And daybreak falls
In accordance to her sleep.
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How we observe and how we reflect.
The observations and reflections of a traveller in a foreign land.
The facades of a perfect home.
This peom is about a woman in my life, who is suppose to be there for me but is not.
Dreams, desires, id and ego.