To the long nights that forget how to end. To the silent...



To the long nights that forget how to end. To the silent mornings and empty beds. To the hands unheld and gazes not shared. The missed memories and wasted time. To them all, your time is coming to haunt no more. The hour of your passing will never be celebrated. Time please make a prophet of me.

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Published on October 11, 2014 06:57
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