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Aug 2018
if there was one thing i could not give up to a certain amount— you’d guess it. it’s you. series of cadences employ themselves above the halos fantastically wrung around my neck. as the tears plummeted, wishing they were any more than the slightest bit useful during this time; they eventually stopped. sunlight has finally found a neighborhood down below corpse-drowned eyelashes only because you came back; in a dream of course. then i knew, giving my life up is like doing the same to you; which i can never foresee to do one way or another. oh lover, you’d always be worth the wait.
Written by
   Mark Tilford
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