Calculations.

White moon,
frosty night
and a thought,
What did I really want?
Any companionship,
to be loved,
or to be specialized?
None,the soul screamed
the only wish was to heal,
to conciliate all the scars
to honour the kicked heart
to nuzzle the moist eyes,
to bestow ‘everything’
without expecting a ‘copper’ in return.

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