Flamboyan is my heart, no words can't-
turn, my feelings, to say, meanings,
It's you, It's me,
And the world around them
We would have to be, on the search,
Is up to us,
To be, what we want to be; or to be-
the one,
Looking, recounting our life,
through other people,
Dark-crystal-mirror.
By: Juli Monat
Copyright (c) 2013
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