If my life, within my eye,
Should flash before me as I die,
Pain and doubt will turn a blur
As I recall my time with her.
Of all life; devoid and cold,
Onto just one thing I’ll hold.
Though I’ll lie in disrepair,
Fear will fade, for she is there.
Sep 5, 2018
Sep 5, 2018 at 8:12 AM UTC
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