When will you ever understand that even to make you dwell for awhile,
requires a form of worship.
I sacrifice everything I had, even if it means,
I'll be turning into someone, I never known for decades.
Where those ideas of slavery came from? Tell me.
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Til' Death Do Us Apart
PoetryTop 800/Long-Listed on The Wattys'18 " If one day, you lose the ability to see my face or, to scent the origin smell of my perfume. I hope for anykind of reasons, you never lose your sense of wonder towards me. For I'm more than your five senses cou...
