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Dec 2018
darling,
sometimes we forget
humans are mindless
among the sadness
monotonous moments
and fleeting happiness
there is a form of fighting peace

it is love
and one day you will fall


it truly is the sweetest fruit
and you must cherish it
as though it is the last pearl
in this dark and vast ocean
of travesty we call life.
-To my future daughter.

I might never have one, and I might never show this. But I couldn't think of anyone else to dedicate it to.
And its not the kind of poem you leave lying around undedicated ya know.
nish
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nish  20/F
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