The very last word that fell from your lips
before you gave your all
befor you lost the stars
before your sanity went to Mars
when you thought you had shed your last tear
when you knew you had no reason to fear
when you were happy to embrace the emotions that were near
after you saw that golden face
after the flower adored with lace
after you surrendered your beauti and grace
while accepting that your hands would be bond
while you were ok with crawling on the ground
while your hair was the smell of sound
The very last word that fell from your lips: Found
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