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hush you poor soul,the world is not over yet,clutch your anima to your breast,you have not completely lost.
a rose amid thorns,your light lies,illuminating a path,a second chance at flight.
you are not alone,as are bees to a hive,a family in me,you shall find.
dry your eyes little one,the war has come to an end,rejoice in union,the cub has found it's pride.
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How we observe and how we reflect.
The observations and reflections of a traveller in a foreign land.
The facades of a perfect home.
This peom is about a woman in my life, who is suppose to be there for me but is not.
Dreams, desires, id and ego.