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Mar 2017
I could fade into dust
Within your arms,
And be glad that my last sight
Was you.

But I don't want to fade to dust.
Because I don't want to experience
A life (or afterlife)
Without you.

And while I will gladly wait,
I just want to feel you beside me.

And maybe I was out of luck,
Until I fell for you,
But trust me,
I fell hard enough
That I would know
If you were worth falling for.

And you're more than worth it.

But upon my falling,
You pulled me up with you,
And showed me how to fly.
storm siren
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