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I am a poet
searching for love in lost places
....a wanderer looking for the truth
....a genius knowing what makes you tick

wanting answers out in the cold
borrowing freedom before I get too old
lend me your warmth now to wear as a coat
give me your love to wrap around me like a cloak

forget that you're somebody and let me ask you anything

tell me all your sorrows
in the morning we'll feed them to the birds
and watch them fly away

I am a friend
needing your soul
...a beggar begging for more

I am a vase
empty without you
-Luna K.