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Before the Day Could End

Jul 16
1 min read

I never meant for you

to become this necessary

first, only a voice in the dark,

then the keeper of every thought.


I began missing you

before the daylight died,

and somewhere between our silences,

my heart chose you

before my mind knew why.

 
 

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