Cease the fire,
you know this isn't us.
remember why we took it this far,
remember what it's all worth.
think of this when i am here,
but since i am almost gone,
think of things we say we are,
and every relevant song.
all the dreams that've
not been born,
are buds that've sworn
to flower.
and if we fail to recieve them?
what then?
are we not firmer than a handshake?
more certain than the seasons?
to overcome the uncertainty
is as close as holding your hand.
proximity is not our challenge.
Love is.
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