If you were the last poem
on earth, I would still make
a living out of you.

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Time can heal our wounds
and scars remain as symbols
of our travails...
It will be our choice whether we
hide the scars,
or wear them proud...
Eventually they'll fade away,
because we find that faith has a way
to keep us afloat and keep
our unfounded fears at bay.

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(In caption).

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If you were the last word
on earth I would still make
a poetry out of you.

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The craving is endless
the fall into danger and
wicked hands is priceless...
I'll rule this deep darkness
and never return.

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Leave me breathless
while I fall inside the
dizzying depths of
your soul and never return.

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And if you leave,
I'll gather bits and pieces
of your kisses,
relive the sweet taste
to forget my bitterness.

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If you
were
the last
hope on
earth, I
would still
make a
perfect
love story
out of you.

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If you were the last left ink
on earth, I would draw your face
and carve a symmetical poem out of it.

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Will you stay ?

/continued/

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