I wonder what I'd think of hate
And what if need believe
If hate is something I'd never felt
And if it would deceive
The presumption of afforded peace
I yearn to make my own
And if the ones I'd left behind
Would hurt remain unknown
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All the little lights
PoetryMy challenge to you is to read my poems and find your own meanings Votes and comments are very much appreciated:)
