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The Shadow Poet
Whom shall I?
I am the ember which hiding behind the shadow of dawn
I am the sense that abandoned to the dimension of nowhere
I am an empathy who begging for the existence of life
Whom shall I?
I am who deceived in echo
Mumbling as I like
Like a suffer who alienated by the time
I am the boundless identity
I am the instinct of freedom
Neither one could stop me
Nor you could
In the work of art I speak
In the melancholy of song I sing
Humming in a question, may I?
Will the existence of oneself be able to say?
I am standing beyond your common sense
I am the wild soul of yours
Camouflaged in the blurry of ethics
Hey reality, will you guess?
The breaths of subsistence are words
And for the words I born
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