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Her hair is infinite strands of gold
reminding me, this is Heaven I hold,
I have died, in part,
woe ridden only that I cannot freeze time,
Carrying the weight of many worlds,
and loving greater still,
a heart, that isn’t mine.
About the Creator
Ellie Hoovs
Breathing life into the lost and broken. Writes to mend what fire couldn't destroy. Poetry stitched from ashes, longing, and stubborn hope.
My Poetry Collection DEMORTALIZING is out now!!!: https://a.co/d/5fqwmEb
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