I am made of many worlds!
Some tear you appart,
Some give you the swirls
But none's even a part,
For I am made of many words,
Some are sour, some are smart
But the ones that warm your heart
Are the ones from other worlds...
So I'll hoard them like art,
The stars, the silences and the swords.
That gave my worlds a start.
'Till the universe affirms:
All the worlds are in the cart
And there are no more concerns.
"Even though i walk through the valley of the shadow of death, i will fear no evil..."
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