you were my ice, i was your flame. 

       
there's too much blood in a 
                                                      poet's ink. 
                                                                     ~Atticus
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trapped in this youth, all i can do is yearn for the true essence of my soul. 
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i hope you do find home, shelter in my words. I have been searching for a refuge for so long and  now i truly wish this can be yours. 

soul purpose: spreading light, understanding, listening, feeling. 

<i'll meet you where smoke turns into poetry>
\forever in love with art\