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You were my home

By Kendra Anthony

By Kendra J. AnthonyPublished 3 years ago 1 min read
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You were my home
Photo by Daiga Ellaby on Unsplash

I miss our meadow, where we use to roam. Where we use to laugh, and smile and dance and forget about all the darkness in the world. Where we were free to be ourselves, and love one another. I miss the simplicity of growing up with you, never knowing what the future might hold, or why for that matter. I loved the way you spoke about the sea, and how big your heart would expand to the mear thought of it. You loved the way I spoke of the forest, cause it was the only place I could go to quiet the demons. Most of all, I miss the sound of your voice, the happiness it sprung from hearing the sound of mine. You dont get another twinflame, until we meet again my shining star.

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About the Creator

Kendra J. Anthony

She was a gnomist, a writer of beliefs.

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