" I will come back from the dead for you" is what she told me.
But she did not die, so she did not come back to me. We went our separate ways and we— never talked.
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I have found myself a home
Poetry🧸⃤ In the Kaleidoscope of wanting to be home, I have found myself a home in places I have been. The shade of colors found under streetlights, the thrills of joy in the shrieking of laughters by the side road. The love woven under fabricated happine...
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" I will come back from the dead for you" is what she told me.
But she did not die, so she did not come back to me. We went our separate ways and we— never talked.
