The Test of Time
I falter at the thought of becoming bones rotting as the flora and fona feast on the after me.
I falter at the thought of not having told you my dreams, reaches for kisses or joyful scream.
I falter at the thought what would be if I didn't say I love you.
so glad I did.
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I falter at the thought of not having told you my dreams, reaches for kisses or joyful scream.
I falter at the thought what would be if I didn't say I love you.
so glad I did.
© All Rights Reserved