Your Very Flesh Shall Become a Poem
Monday, September 10, 2012
Moments
I'm fine.
Everything is wasted without you.
I'll still swing on.
Time goes slow.
Time moves fast.
The best was taken away.
The best is yet to come.
Forever.
Never.
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