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My SanctuaryIn a favorite place we often find peace nothing can replace the feeling of at ease. A haven I call my own uncanny to many a crowd I wear imaginary crown poised with elegance and proud. This is my kingdom I create the rules no one asks where I came from no room for bunch of fools. Days come and go never care about tomorrow everything I want to do a fulfillment no one can borrow. A hardened wall cover built to protect from attacks and harmful intruders made as paradise to relax. A rendezvous of a lifetime connects every part as a whole my heart being the paradigm; the sanctuary of my soul. *Pinky* Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem
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