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Jan 4
When the time would come,
if ever
And against their judgement, I'll choose to flee
Don't run away.

And I'll be quiet in the corner;
The visitor
Don't worry,
I won't ask
if there's room for another broken soul

We broken souls
harbor all the space
There is.

We broken souls
save home for a never.

Written by
XyL0S  19/F/India
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