Poetry · Writing

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Standing till the end

no counter offers

let the waste trail on through

let them pass on by.

You don’t need them.

It’ll be me and you,

walking through the fire

teaching you the ways

holding your palms when the night calls.

Dropping you off on your first date,

telling you it’ll be okay when you go through your first heartbreak

but I’ll always be here.

 

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