I Am

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I am 

The night

Deceiving

and mysterious

A comfort to those

Who are comfortably 

Delirious

I am

A flower 

Who bathes in rain

And dances in the sun

Oblivious to 

pain

I am 

An animal

That should not be

Contained

Something

Wild and free

Never to be 

tamed 

I am 

A woman

Strong and proud

But still just a single

Voice

In a bustling 

Crowd

I am

A soul

Wrapped up in

Skin

Fleeing my body

And all of its 

Sins

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