A Poem for All Three

In Shinjuku's neon rain,
I found a hand to hold.
In Seoul's autumn leaves,
I met a soul I'd known.
In New York's sleepless hum,
I healed a wound so old.

TrueAlly, Kindred, Repaired —
Three doors to the same home.
Where hearts don't hide.
Where cracks become gold.
Where you — yes, you — belong.

TheBond (Rengkuh)
Three Rooms, One Heart
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