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#WritcoPoemPrompt9
A stolen morsel more precious than gold,
A stolen shirt to keep out the cold.
There is no price to hunger,
There is no price to shelter,
There is no price to kindness,
nor is there a price to pain.
It's endless, yet limited,
unwavering, yet calm,
it steals, only to somehow give back.
I could never understand you, oh dear pain.
You strip me bare,
until there is nothing rare.
You bring the cold,
that is of old.
You come to stare,
but you also spare,
I'm not sure what is it that you want to compare.
I'd hope to life that you also repair,
because believe or not,
I know you can.
~Black_phoenix
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A stolen morsel more precious than gold,
A stolen shirt to keep out the cold.
There is no price to hunger,
There is no price to shelter,
There is no price to kindness,
nor is there a price to pain.
It's endless, yet limited,
unwavering, yet calm,
it steals, only to somehow give back.
I could never understand you, oh dear pain.
You strip me bare,
until there is nothing rare.
You bring the cold,
that is of old.
You come to stare,
but you also spare,
I'm not sure what is it that you want to compare.
I'd hope to life that you also repair,
because believe or not,
I know you can.
~Black_phoenix
© All Rights Reserved
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