hitalot879
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CATEGORY
just different
I ask myself politely
what resistance flowers here
against love treaded lightly
or losing lovingness dear?
give cadence to the simple,
for I exist as a vapor then i am no more
a challenge to be free is a question of time
a beacon of light to a hurting world in need of love
　
shelter lies dormant onto its beckoning plough
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