Being homesick for a house I've never lived in,
Yearning for a bed which i've never slept in.
For the very first time,
Two arms I owned for a night as long as a lifetime,
Two lips I claimed as mine,
That too for a rusty dime.
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PoetryWhere there are words; there is comfort. ●°●°●°●°●°●°●°●°●°●°●°●°●°● It's exhausting, The dreams I have; Trying to make what's fantasy, Include no hardship. Into false of hopes of reality. ●°●°●°●°●°●°●°●°●°●°●°●°●°● ☆In this monumenta...
