How quickly life can tear at our flesh
and undo the thin threads
that bind us.
Stand by my side
if I lay ill.
I will stay by your side
without you uttering a word.
Everything will be taken
in time but
I will fight until
my eyes grow too tired
to take in the fading sun.
Tuesday, April 7, 2015
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