The gift I seek is expensive,
Not to the currency of this world,
Not owned by anyone alive in this world,
Not available in this world,
Made for me and mine alone,
Promised to me,
And it is up to me,
To take it,
Or throw it away,
The gift, out of this world.
#NaPoWriMo2019 Day 7: write a poem of gifts and joy. What would you give yourself, if you could have anything? What would you give someone else?
Write Ally! Write! 
That’s all you want, hell i want everything and some!
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