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Our time

Our Time.

Our time will soon be over.
A time for me of joy and sweet sorrow.
Brief hallowed moments of tenderness and want.
Disappointment and glee.
My own thoughts untruthfull.
Your thoughts confused.
What if.
Wanting is cruel.
Bitter sweet.
Like the warm fog of intoxication.
And the cold rain of regret.
But regrets I have none.
I see the sun again.
Smell the flowers.
Feel my beating heart.
Many a year have I been alive.
But have lived a fleeting moment.
But I will not mourn.
For I will keep you as mine.
Close.
Hidden.
Protected.




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Publicerad 2019-05-19 23:53



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2019-05-20

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