A Poet’s dream is to be heard
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I am blessed to have felt
your light. It burns bright.
We live in a space station.
Callaced and rough, tough
skin cuts when touched.
If I am down, will you be, too?
A Poet’s dream is to be heard
I am blessed to have felt
your light. It burns bright.
We live in a space station.
Callaced and rough, tough
skin cuts when touched.
If I am down, will you be, too?
