If my arms can't comfort you enough to stay ,Then soar ,If my eyes can't keep you captured in them to not need sight of another ,remain on the other side of my shore, If my shattered pieces on the floor are just dust under your path, walk and don't blink once more ,don't look back ,At last if you can't just see me ,for where I stand in this space ,erase any existence of me ,every thought ,every trace. Owned ,wrote and copywrited by Mary e.Holt
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