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Oct 2021
To the being - lost with love.
Bring him some - a healthy dove.
The aching time - I'm lost too.
The arching rhymes - the hopeful few.
Where's my love? Is she born?
I'll crawl through the creek and storm.
To make a wish - rushed but true.
Lead us towards something new.
Written by
Nathaniel  22/M/US
(22/M/US)   
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   Johnnyqu33r
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