Echoes In Silence
Before I come home my dear, dear lover I know we are getting older I will always be with you. I understand you are fearful by the dominating thoughts of death and the unknown. Have credence my sweet darling for I know there is no final act and only we become a franchise of love.
Copyright © Silas Clairmont | Year Posted 2023
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