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Mar 2020
As he travelled to foreign lands I got lost in the mist. Trampled on by the crowd trying to find my bliss.

Finding my days dark, but as time progressed bit by bit I found a love for me that I never knew existed.

Why did I search outside myself I asked.

I made room for myself, which is something I never do, so I guess I can thank you.

Loving self, has always been the true solution to my pain. To remain an optimist despite the wounds that healed, but never erased.

Perhaps, I would have shown you my heart if you showed me yours.

Maybe, my heart wouldn’t have longed to know the feeling of my hearts expanding like flowers of love that speak your name.

Prohibited. dying and coming back to life, but understanding that all that dies has a new beginning. Setting me on fire with words than dragging me to the river.

Like a rose, my secret thoughts carry you like the night sky that’s forever together yet always apart.
Vange Cain
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Vange Cain  F/Toronto
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