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My PARADISE is the pillows of your bed. Time Has passed, and my eyes miss you. Like tHe an old tree, my yearning grows. wind Has your scent of loving shores. My pHone now longs for your messages. Like Hearing the voice of angels you calm my soul, And tHe thought of being with you has taken over my heart. Like Hoaning stone, your smile shapes my dreams, Like Honey and mercy and power and true, My HELL is any life without you.
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Jan 21
Jan 21, 2026 at 6:11 PM UTC
My ladder to Paradise
My PARADISE is the pillows of your bed. Time Has passed, and my eyes miss you. Like tHe an old tree, my yearning grows. wind Has your scent of loving shores. My pHone now longs for your messages. Like Hearing the voice of angels you calm my soul, And tHe thought of being with you has taken over my heart. Like Hoaning stone, your smile shapes my dreams, Like Honey and mercy and power and true, My HELL is any life without you.
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Jan 21
Jan 21, 2026 at 6:11 PM UTC
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