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Come,come,come;

come to me

My poet-my lover;

when it hurts,

go ahead

and tell me,

when this world

takes you by the

throat-

run to me

and ill be there

always.

Who understands

you better ?

I am a gift to you-

i am your comfort

in distress,

So bring it all to me

My lover-My poet.

Ps: am thru with Exams thank you all for the support and patience-Bloggers rock!! lets take this world with the pen.Love you all Robyn