Dior Graham Poems

I saw this look in his eyes.
Not sad, just empty.
He came, dressed, in purity.
So bland, so dark, so misleading.
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It starts with the ink-less pen,
The empty mirror.
Inviting you... come inside it says, we are always open.
With the solitude of your reflection,
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Crashing waves blue seas, fluffy clouds red skies.
But everything seems black and white in her eyes.
She walks, she runs, she stops, she cries.
She huffs, she puffs, she screams, she sighs.
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I must be dreaming,
I must be in the most unstable part of my imagination.
I must be falling,
I must have fallen into this immaculate world to escape reailty.
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