‎Friday, ‎October ‎10, ‎2014

I invited her beast to my heart
I pulled her in my arms
I took her cold hands from the violence
To the city of a boy who lives homeless
As a storm breached from lungs to lungs
I shown her the real place where dark clouds reflects
So there was a culture, captive of her innocence
I offered her home for her turbulence
And she showed the path behind golden bricks
As she warned me, this is no place for men
She whispered, save me..

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