my heart throbs although sometimes it
ceases and begins again.
It has been restless, limping, yearning,
as it longs for a home that's unknown
of and no longer here that was
seized by demise.
it throbs and stops, life has to be put in it.
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He Is Not Like Others
PoetryYou're both that star you are sending your wishes to and the miracle you are waiting for. A collection of free verse poems and proses under the name of Wish (@WishWrites). S T A T U S {COMPLETED} # 1st in analogies [070620] # 2nd in proses [070720...
