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May 2020
Fallen stars are not a disgrace
you've come this far, never displaced.

Hold on to me
that's all I ask
you've seen my hurt and
I've felt your agony

You're a soul that slumbers alone
let me strum your veins
(like the Gretsch White Penguin guitar)
hear your words, sing your song

Hold on to me
that's all I ask
I've seen your hurt
and you've felt my agony

we can be each other's sanctuary,
a place of sheltered peace and less worry

We held on to each other
through all the storms
you've tasted my tenderness
I've drowned in your comfort

Your heart catches fire
in the dead of winter
as your lungs fill up with whispered
hopes and splintered dreams
beckoning for you to come home

Come home to me
(Come home.)
When your soul knows...
Written by
Amelia  32/F
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   Mark S
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