4th: My home
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You are the rarest jewel,
from the world that is cruel.
You pulled me out of the depths of darkness,
by encouraging calmness.
You dominate my heart with your enchanting spark.
You are my home, the shelter of my core in which you have blown.
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Letters to the purple sky (poems)
Poetryseries of melancholic unsaid thoughts that encapsulate the feelings that run through the mind of a lovelorn storyteller. the brain is a large place; which keeps what we think put together. oh, how lovely it is: if i only had a chance that once i wr...
