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My Obis
Fragile,

As a pedal in a puddle,

Withered,

But not worn,

Like ones heart,

On someone else's sleeve,

Blowing in a midnight summers breeze,

With little to no ease,

Angle and Demon,

Fighting for the right,

To free a soul,

Into the dementions of,

The blissful unknown,









© Tytiana A. Williams