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Parker Dec 2015
Save me.
Make me whole,
I am only a fleck of dust.
Lonely. floating.
Eager to find my place.
s.s.
Parker Dec 2015
i'm alone in the dark, why arn't you here with me?
s.s.
Just a little Alexandrine poem.
Parker Dec 2015
the balance
between life and death
is comprised entirely of love
life sends gifts to death
and death keeps them forever
the ultimate star crossed love
for if life and death were ever to meet
it would be the end to all ends
s.s.

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