all the wishes that have drowned in the wishing wells, or went astray on shooting stars, you carry with you my childhood tales, of love hope n scars, from your many moons n suns, I have been painted through different lights, from predictable to the one that stuns, I could be a jerk but couldn't fly a kite, I could fall in love and lose my bearings, hope to land on happy shores, and not seas where turbulence sings, I learnt that for a bottomless pit it has so many windows n doors, and with a knock on the right one happiness beckons, but joy and dead wishes are its bread n bacon
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bottomless pit, I like it.
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