These words hold on
to the last thread
of your existence
in my life
as you persist
in all the planes
of my mind
it is long
almost infinite
dear Elysium
dont forget me
i will strongly grasp
the erroded clasps
of our chain
until roots sprout
from my veins
let us be
soul and air
again and again
May 5, 2017
May 5, 2017 at 1:36 PM UTC
These words hold on
to the last thread
of your existence
in my life
as you persist
in all the planes
of my mind
it is long
almost infinite
dear Elysium
dont forget me
i will strongly grasp
the erroded clasps
of our chain
until roots sprout
from my veins
let us be
soul and air
again and again
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