it makes so much more sense when
you're no more. you were here all the
time phenomenal as they realized - it
then depends on what you were doing
for. you've seen her, the bride,why
then do you mock the altar. my flesh
rot,make soils, there are others to
make. sing my dear sing, love my love-
love. not for reciprocity but for when
time asks, you have done it. Linger as
clouds, when everyone wants it all blue
but when the land runs dry - they pray
beg the Lord for you.
©akzapoetry
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