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Jan 2016
It's okay if you never confess,
if you're a statue, a virtue,
a paragon of pragmatism.
Just come to me, and I—
if you will let me—
I will love you
'till the day
we die.
it's not a promise of forever, but it's the next best thing.
Written by
Al
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