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hushed-lullabies

Published: Oct 3, 2011

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_{you always were
my favorite lullaby

i once thought
our endless song

would carry through
forever and beyond

i quickly learned
how things change

our melody ended
my heart cracked

but something new
has finally occurred

a sweeter lullaby
with welcoming hope

a brighter horizon
thanks to you

farewell old lullaby
and good luck}

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_{a poem made entirely of six word couplets. the first one popped into my head and i felt like expanding on it. it's not the greatest, but i hope you enjoy it anyway <3}