As sure as winter
turns into spring,
and night turns into
day, I knew that our
time would come.
Unequivocally.
And as sure as
all things that exist
must come to an end,
I knew that our time
was borrowed.
Inevitably.
- E.A
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Bits and pieces
PoésieJust a few bits and pieces of poetry I've written over the years.
