So for now I have the comfort of satin
A lost boy looking to be exorcised of the demon call loneliness
Cryptic verses speak what can be said aloud
For the word hold the power to strengthen or destroy what is already present
Read this and know what is on my heart and what I feel
See through the poetic shroud and peer into my soul
The secrets I hold are yours to know
So long as what you hold dear you are willing to share in return
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