Calice
Poetry
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19.

I might be aheadBut I'm not far just yet19 for youMay be the smallestNever been to meand it's been a special numberFor that some once said19=1I altered itUnless that they I met that someI was just hanging around somewhereCornering my linesKeeping them in the darkest cupboardFor they had to stay as the secretAdopted treasures they wereAdopted from the life some refuse to ownSit back as the audienceAnd watch as the silhouettes rots until too lateCrystallized adopted treasure m'lines wereFiercely intenseWithout no fenceBelieving that they would best doSafing themselves in some old shelfBuilt a hardcaseHidden m'lines in thy shadowsThey were everywhere until no one knewWhat I see Transformed too early into what I knowSo much to learnBut what's being given I knowI like the complexitySimplicityGreatest betrayal towards human kindIt's not just black & whiteAnd the shades of a day Too beautiful not to appreciateI for 19&19 for IStoryteller was rightThe MC didn't knowWas not aware & in denial of the diamond shaped truthHe shouted He shouted out loud to shake things upTurn the world upside down Because he had toThat one wor/l/d was more than enoughThe initiation of a revolutionary breakthroughHe said it & passed the day awayIt's been quite a fewAnd the origins are rememberedJust because that momentI'll call you 19 from now onAnd if you eyeKnow that I'll be grateful Grateful for that you were one of the fewProbably unconsciousBut still Knew the truthFor that dear Sparkler, 19I thank you.