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Feb 2021
one does not push, as one does not pull.
soul intertwined, at its rightful place.
one walks, transcending into the light way up.

one is patient, gentle, and nurturing.
as one prizes one's gift from the Man Himself,
one guards and gives back tenfold.

one's presence bears an abundance of comfort.
as one's presence lights up the dark,
one's presence readies the other for the unknown.

may one be basked in the warmth one deserves,
and may it protect one,
as the other would.
idk what this is. all i know is that, i am very lucky.
Written by
lattesandpokez  22/F/Jakarta
(22/F/Jakarta)   
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   Khaab
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