Your End
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- Posted: March 14, 2016 Fri, 29 Apr 2016 10:35:04 +0000
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In this worldly moment I am both hurt and proud.
Holding in my arms your dawn, fresh light of sun,
I abhor the shadowy aura cast below your cloud
Eager to tragically end what beauty we’ve begun.
Six months to live is all to you they’ll give,
But know:
I will raise him for us in the light of your dusk.
