#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,
There is no price to love.
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My soul is weak
My happiness is gone
I'm filled with darkness
I'm going crazy
Strange things happening
How'd you know how I feel about you
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I try show you what's real
I thought you read me pretty well
Your mini presence was a blessing
.
Some say,we're different
But I feel we're still the same
Please keep me
And make me sane
For I'd be yours
Yours forever .
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