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Feb 2019
By the grave I remembered the kisses
And so I screamed.
Screamed in fear of being without you.
Your spirit comforts me.

The lord brought sorrow taking you.

He did it even though he knew.
Remembering the many memories.
The many stories.
My favorite memory,
when you clearly fell in love with me.

Death shall bring desires.
The lord of Death never retires.
When Death covers my grave
I want it to be clear,
only for you I was brave
I love you dear.
We no longer need to shed a tear.
s Willow
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s Willow  22/Gender Fluid/Any dark room
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