NestleA Poem by Latifafinding,knowing,aimingaimless it is aimless it was the lost self wants a shelter hollow hours empty eyes in search of sighing breath in search of knowing soliloquy is aching fragile heart is waning spring of youth is withering nestle beneath the throne of the proper lord maybe the warmth of the light will filter through the perishing walls
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