The heart of ones fall embraces ones tear
Laying here making the sound of a whispering flute as the last breath leaves them
No longer home
In the shell they lived in
No smile sits on the pastry face that starts to crumble away
In front of another face painted with tears running down their face
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Hmm...I am who I am and I won't change for anyone. I enjoy listen to music and making my own songs. I also like to make poems, I am a very down to earth person but my mind is not, it tends to travel in space.
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