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You are

You are the scent of an orange
In a purposeful pupils pocket.

You are the boy that became
The bright light
And you are the girl that became
The night sky.

You are the guilt we feel,
Like the stomach of starving dogs.

You are a soul of lost of a whale,

found in an empty jar.

You are the tired eyes,

of  a early Monday morning.

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