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Incantation (A Song for Winter)
Stay with me, I beg you
You’re all that I have left
My safest place
Greatly, I fear
That the more I think of you
The more you will fade from me
Like others that I could not keep
You are all the spirit I have within me
My intangible dream
Without you
I would know nothing of hope
But
If the light you give
Should be smothered into smoke
I would not fight the dark
Rather,
I would hav...
Monday 18th January 2021 3:34 am
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