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As the end comes to all
It couldn't be anyone but you lying next to me
And while the world caves in, so to does my chest
Our palms drenched in sweat, hastily locked together;
Our shaky hands
The panic is coming on strong now;
I can see it in your eyes
Glistening like stained glass
I see the waves begin to crash down
Until the end, I'll lay over you
Until the waves cause my back to crumble
And I fall apart
As I always do
Copyright © Kyler Wortman | Year Posted 2020
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