What’s Mine Is Yours.

Time gone, still sore.
Will I be me again; distance evermore.
Paralysis, held up by a crutch,
Inhale, feels too much.
The density is greater than you could imagine,
Half, perished for good,
I’d go back, if only you would.
Loss, I’m sure you knew,
I’d cease my life, just to see you.

— Antonia Dale ©

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