repeat until death
‘till death do us part
By Anna Lundy CookPublished 11 months ago • 1 min read
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the sound of his voice
and the touch of his hands
everyday- a part of me
voluntarily i listen
to every note
sung until-
that great chariot comes
to sweep me away
no no- nothing i can do
the hands that hold me now
will hold me on the day
we are reunited in a different life
and somewhere along the way
we will live a thousand- no
a million breaths together
i can't let myself leave him
his hands always coax me in
even when i wasn't his to hold
even now i am his
forever and repeat until death
till death do us part
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