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Jan 2019
I love, my love. this love I give to you.
here, love! find rest in my ***** of sleep.
dear, heart. I beseech you, open your pain.
let hurt flow and feel the stinging of the rain.
pray, do not hide from my shield.
instead, won’t you come find shelter in your grief?
I implore, implore! I swear to you I hear.
no judgement shall find you, from what you whisper in my ear.
I promise you refuge, and a never-ending love,
shall descend on you like healing light from above.
come, humble vagrant.
pursue my listening ears.
I promise to never push you away,
no matter what it is you say.
I see your value, your identity, your worth.
such beauty given at your birth.
I ache and long to share your pain,
help in anyway I can.
I’ll take your pain and your sorrows,
I’ll make them my very own.
here I am to love, like a fetter bind thy to me.
d.c.
Baylee Kaye
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Baylee Kaye  20/F/Texas, USA
(20/F/Texas, USA)   
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