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June


"Caress the one, the never fading
rain in your heart - the tears of snow white sorrow
Caress the one, the hiding amaranth
in the land of the daybreak..."


Too often,
I do not remember
that I am on my own
Cocooned in unending doubt
hanging to a soul woven with 
bitter irony.
Often,
Faces would overwhelm me
strangling me, until I am
out of breath.
Then I remember
to breathe again when I'm alone.
Sometimes,
I hear the ocean -
Sea foam strumming the shoreline
A lulling, bittersweet symphony.
But
In this labyrinth of thoughts
where emotions engulf at every turn,
Never
have I tried to run.
And I will never, ever know why
I would not set myself free.

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