At some point in our lives we will become an unlit candle thirsty for warmth, and we will all need that fire that ignites our soul, but does not engulf our body in flames.
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Moon Child | Ongoing
Poetry"Home isn't always four walls. Sometimes it's one warm embrace And two people's heartbeats as one. " - Moon Child (StarHues) Collection of poems mostly tackling about falling in love with someone out of your reach. Musings about the pain of unrequit...
Candle
At some point in our lives we will become an unlit candle thirsty for warmth, and we will all need that fire that ignites our soul, but does not engulf our body in flames.
