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A mediocre

You're enjoying I'm creating Neither hundred percent Nor the hundredth of whole Only like a mediocre of You and me. As long as I'm writing My poem bridges the gap Even though a single Atom of us.

Preposterous

I let you believe
there is
no dark in dark
without the moon
sky is still lovely
no black is there
this may sound
preposterous
and if
you're not in love
with yourself
it's impossible
to be in love
with my words.

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