A poet speaks with only his pen,
Unveiling every secret and every sin.
For the page is a safe place for people like me,
Far away from where others can see.
For if you knew what hid in this ink,
You might be able to save me from the brink.

The halo of my thought
The beam of my heart
The safety of my soul
Transformation my existence
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My favorite object in the universe
Is accompanied by the light of the sun
The sea welcomes both lights as to be one
The ocean dances, waving back to me
The moon holds the essence of me sinking
There are four lights in one passing image
A breathless air of escape is brought here
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When the light goes out, I want to be here
When the light goes out, I want the soul of the bulb to change
When the light goes out, I want the sea to blink
When the light goes out, I want the feeling of the sun to welcome the rest of the three
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The halo of the beam reflects the safety of the existence in the ships to be exactly like the light housed in...