I watch the stardust seeping into the crevices of my skin,
Tales of long lost courage gleaming their essence within
In the beauty of dawn, the dusk found its muse
The paradigms of duality in their mirth began the existential truce.

Onto the crevices of my skin, the stardust began to seep
Within my psyche, tales of long-lost courage found their essence to keep,
In the dusk, the beauty of dawn found its muse,
In their existential realm of mirth, the paradigms of duality found their truce.

I am paradoxical, being to exist, to be happy, hurting, healing all at the same time,
To dance with the wind, or to cry with the wave, I keep my sanity forever on the line.
I am the radiance and I am the darkness, I am the magnanimity and I am the melancholic scream.
Too sweet to function, too outrageous to be adored, I am the beauty that finds herself in beastly glims. 

To be happy, hurting and healing all at the same time, a paradoxical being at its marvel, I am to exist.
Forever keeping my sanity on the line, I dance with the wind and cry with the wave that persists. 
I am the melancholic scream, and I am the magnanimity, I am the darkness and the radiance that shines.
The beauty that finds herself in beastly glims, too outrageous to function with a sweet grin.

Too passionate to be ordinary, I own the complexity of my light that enshrines my being,
A being enrshrined by the complexity of her light, I am too passionate to be ordinarily seen. 

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