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The Cave

by Polkaspottedsweater

A cave sits in front of your door, You pass by it every day, not knowing Refusing to know Too busy to know The cave is empty, Air sweeps through No dust to swirl around Just empty, Right outside your door And you don’t even know
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Comments (2)

Polkaspottedsweater
Wow! Thank you so much! And I have a hard time sometimes, too. It comes with the passion I guess xP
S611526Jessica
I really like this! I wish I was that good...I love writing but it's hard sometimes.

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