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Poetry found mewhere darkness embodied my soul.When all my bad deeds refused to allow me to seek forgiveness,Poetry found me.
You hit me like a thunderstormFierce and without warningYour sudden electricityBrings a spark of live to something deep within me
Think harder and you'll notice all the things I hate about you; the way you talk as if everything is so important; the way you act as though your words are rich
The moon is a symbolDespite the darkness, somewhere out there is our source of light
Every time our eyes meet,
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