CHAPTER IX
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The fireplace to my winter
The arms you wrap around me tight
Warms the blackness in me that hinders
Bringing light, so don't leave my sight
The kettle to my teacup
You fill me up when nothing's left
Up until the showers of raindrop
O gentleman, my kindest theft
The solace to my hustle
The breeze you bring to my angry shore
You come by like a soothing whistle
You're no silence, but in talks I adore
The knight to this damsel
You rush in haste to aid what's broke
You hold such treasures that I dare not sell
I'll claim you mine, my gentleman oak
The fantasy to my reality
The things you do to fill my void
O gentleman, my gentleman,
You bring hope to my heart so soiled
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05/18/2024
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PoetryShe doesn't simply cry when she's upset or disappointed, nor does she just smile all day when she finally get to grab that tiny bit of hope. It would be hard for her to talk about love just as simply as bringing up a favorite song, nor would it be e...
