A ROSE AND A WORD

Her arms cling tight around my neck, her voice shaky and I hardly pick the words but all she wants is a peck. Her gaze speaks painfully, be brave my love, I can interpret. On this bed of loss, will this also come to pass? I can count her tears...

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OUR FATE

Let’s stop to think of the end When the road ends And there is no bend When we have to pay the debt – Owed from birth This debt all men must pay No matter how long his days Beneath earth he shall lay Let’s try to think of that...

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