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It's strange to miss a stranger.
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if i were to close my eyes
take away the pain
i could fly
like a bird
not a plane
id reach the moon
the stars
the sky
i close my eyes
and i can fly

if love is a sin, let it burden me.
if love is a gift, let me cherish it.

My niece
made me bangle
of letters, stars, unicorns|
and colored beads

Then it hit me
that's her poem to me
a set of random things
that sit beautifully
side by side
around in a circle

and I noticed that
that's the first time
someone wrote
a poem
about
me

If it was possible..
I would exchange my heart,
With an eve bark...
So that someone will write,
Something this beautiful about it.