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Dec 2014
He said he's used to living in the dark,
That he knows every demon from his past,
That he isn't afraid of dying--let alone being hurt.

And all I could think of was,
WHAT THE ****
How can something so beautiful be so broken,
How can someone so delicate be exposed to culpability.

Let me mend you, with my light.
It's not as bright, but I hope to bring you comfort.
Smother you with lambency,
And lay you down in a bed of reassurance.
Dandelion
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Dandelion  Philippines
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