One last good-byeA Poem by TheHatter
My love,
You were as delicate as a flower. Reserved when met with cold, and blossomingly beautiful come spring. Through hardship that now seem indurable, your seed of hope is growing in me. I bid you farewell with one final plea: save a place for me wherever you are, as I have reserved a spot in the earth with thee.
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