Charm
Come hither my dear
Into my space
Stored of great
Of power and grace
I'll free thou
From a hurting moan
Sick of world
Of the evil unknown
'Twas my duty
To keep you discrete
No fallen moons
Or a shallow beat
A meet which will make us one
Petrfied?-ha! Invisible
I know for I am the true one
I understand thee
It shall be for you
Sweet charms I'll bless
To keep you through
This poem is about:
My family
Our world
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