Once there was a man with a big hole in his chest.
He sought for it to be fixed by someone who can.
Every medicine, every prescription, he ingests.
Then, he met she, and everything became complete.
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Moon Child | Ongoing
Poetry"Home isn't always four walls. Sometimes it's one warm embrace And two people's heartbeats as one. " - Moon Child (StarHues) Collection of poems mostly tackling about falling in love with someone out of your reach. Musings about the pain of unrequit...
