IV.
Dear, borrow me your light,
it gives me energy.
To survive another night,
you're the cure to me.
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He.
PoetryHow it all started? Well, there was a girl and she met an angel, who touched her heart and made her knees weak. And this is how it went on... This book is full of poems that aren't a continuing story, but they share one. They're connected by thought...
The Light { IV.}
IV.
Dear, borrow me your light,
it gives me energy.
To survive another night,
you're the cure to me.
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