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by David
Rated: E · Poetry · Adult · #1326302
One of my early poems, friends tried to make it into a song but it never worked out.
In His Jar

If you find yourself here, on my side of town
I pray that you'd come to my door
And talk to me like you don't know what we ever fought about
'Cause I don't remember anymore
I just know that he warms my heart,
and knows what all my imperfections are
And he said that I was the brightest little firefly in his jar.
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