I would give you all the space in the world,
move to another planet if I could,
as long as you promise it’s only temporary.
You can leave the state, the country, and decide you don’t want to be in one place all the time.
Climb Mount Everest, become a monk in a desolate part of the world, have a secret identity, or be the most famous person in the world and yet, no one knows who you are.
Let that be your world, your reality,
as long as I have a small part in it.
I will be selfish.
You can leave,
just leave everything and anyone, but me.
My heart cannot bare to lose another.
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Angel Adagio
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A domestic drama; rather, you're witnessing a millennium-old conflict over the fate of the entire planet (and possibly just a smA titanic struggle between wits and strength has been raging in the shadows for millennia: The Great Nibble vs. The Purrsecution. The cats, the furry fighters, the fascists of the feline world, occupy one corner. In the other, mice make up the squeaky squad, the small militia. The reward? Domination over the entire world (and possibly an especially tasty cheese wheel).
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So sad! Sorry if this is true, well done on the poem!