his eyes,
still.
his hair,
thick.
his person,
so dear.
standing amidst
the bordeline
of darkness
and
of hope,
he widened his arms,
reached towards her,
the anchor
of his
in between
till
his last
breathe
disappeared.
Jul 14, 2022
Jul 14, 2022 at 1:00 PM UTC
his eyes,
still.
his hair,
thick.
his person,
so dear.
standing amidst
the bordeline
of darkness
and
of hope,
he widened his arms,
reached towards her,
the anchor
of his
in between
till
his last
breathe
disappeared.
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