This is the haven of the melancholy on replay,
A display of the broken pieces you've kept at bay.
Lonely poets are welcome,
To ease their confusion with a bit of comfort
Here, truth doesn't falter
And beauty need not suffer.
These night crafted wishes,
Warmth radiated promises.
You need not cast a dime,
To experience a resonance sublime.
In hushed tones, Miraquill whispers,
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