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Missing you Like the cloistered hothouse grapes

  Missing you
 Like the cloistered hothouse grapes 

          Cried my eyes out in the purple stars          
   
With memories of invisible scars
       
 Encompassed by gloominess
          
 My naive soul like a ghost
              
 Wanders in the coast
                  
Searching its host
                    
 For a lushful
                             
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  Missing you
 Like the cloistered hothouse grapes 

          Cried my eyes out in the purple stars          
   
With memories of invisible scars
       
 Encompassed by gloominess
          
 My naive soul like a ghost
              
 Wanders in the coast
                  
Searching its host
                    
 For a lushful
                             
toast


 #shape poem#fruit poem#napowrimo#poem time#merlin_poem#missing you