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All about.

 

All was meant

to end one day

but I still look

in others' faces

a gleam of you,

I shivered

in your mouth,

time delayed

for our eves

and dawns in bed.

 

All was meant

to keep going

when you hold

someone's soul

in your fist,

was a stream

or a fall

we couldn't

handle like

it was meant?