Present fills the tomorrows untold futures,
With fear and heartache.
Rooted Loss that never blooms,
But its petals are feared.
The spring of the grim reaper nears,
Time but a concept,
An knowing when becomes to soon.
Mar 14, 2019
Mar 14, 2019 at 10:16 PM UTC
Present fills the tomorrows untold futures,
With fear and heartache.
Rooted Loss that never blooms,
But its petals are feared.
The spring of the grim reaper nears,
Time but a concept,
An knowing when becomes to soon.
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