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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
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
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