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Amber
Crippledpope
A special world for you and me, :: A special bond one cannot see :: It wraps us up in its cacoon, :: And holds us fiercely in its womb. :: Its fingers spread like fine spun gold :: Gently Nestling us to the fold :: Like silken thread it holds us fast :: Bonds like this are meant to last. :: And though at times a thread may break :: A new one forms in its wake :: To bind us closer and keep us strong :: In a special  world, where we belong.