Shelter

And on those days when I feel godless, and have no Universe to summon to my side, I sit for hours on my lonesome, and cry all the tears I try to hide. I recall words that belong to others and past lovers who lose their form, I learn that I’m not lonely, I am the shelter from my storm. 

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