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My dear

My dear
I stand here desolate
Cede unto me your light
So that I might come home to you and feel the strength of life
Many years have I feelt dead inside
My mere existence a joyless hell
Imprisoned in this ever decaying
Barren shell
But the light of your presence
Fills me with hope
That before I die
The seed of your love
Will be rendered onto me.

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Publicerad 2022-10-09 19:00

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