You who are the extension of my being
are not here,
are pretty much not ever anywhere…
You who are the fruit of my existence
have fallen,
fallen short of love’s persistence.
Nov 3, 2014
Nov 3, 2014 at 3:32 PM UTC
You who are the extension of my being
are not here,
are pretty much not ever anywhere…
You who are the fruit of my existence
have fallen,
fallen short of love’s persistence.
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