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WHEN WE ARE GREY
When my hairs turn grey
My eyes a shade of ray,
blurred, back bent,
Will you still hold me like you do?
And love me just as much?
poem by Nimbus feels
© nimbus feels
My eyes a shade of ray,
blurred, back bent,
Will you still hold me like you do?
And love me just as much?
poem by Nimbus feels
© nimbus feels
