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I’ve always been your umbrella in the rain,
And your shadow on the trees..
Yes, you hear this for the first time,
But if you ask my distant comrades,they will tell the truth a thousand times..
But you became oil to my fire,
And storms in my sky..
I’ve heard this a thousand times,
But now I understand it for the first time..
It took a lifetime from me to understand,
While there was a fact that I don’t know..
But love,how blinding it is,
Like the speed of a running sword that pierces us..
Then death is easier,
And living with it’s wound is the hardest..
-Realizing-
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★Jupiter From Afar★
PoetrySome things are not destined to reach their owner.. To remain stuck in one's soul like a slow-killing poison.. In order to save themselves,they must free them.. And here,we witness the tip of the pens from a story whose favorite place was "distances...
