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 Aug 2015 AlluringEnigma
ThePoet
It is not the
existence of God
in which I find
myself a doubt,
but the existence
of my own in
which I find
myself without

©
 Aug 2015 AlluringEnigma
Poetria
If only memories were like the ink of a pen.

*
They'd start to change
From jet black to grey
Until they'd completely
Fade away...
// I wouldn't mind that change.
I wouldn't mind at all! //
 Aug 2015 AlluringEnigma
mk
"i love you"
"i miss you"
"i care"
"i need you"
"i want you"
"there's no one else"
"only you"
"forever & always"
"i'm here for you"

you've turned me into a *
liar
// love made a promise that i couldn't keep //

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