Savior - Poem by NoName Unidentified
The breeze was swift,
and very warm
It made me think,
of what was torn.
You mended what was ripped apart,
and with that, I gave you my heart.
Your name, that was mostly unknown,
is now engraved in porcelain stone.
I was your savor, as you were mine.
You'd make me smile and my heart shine.
You are not dead,
nor are you here
but in a way, you disappeared.
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