Oblivion

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Assure me,
will these abstracts sustain?
Tell me they will secure my life eternally.
Hearts intertwined and stitched,
Sharing each other's livelihood
as a cup of tea.

Though, you say time binds more.
It's an Obligation to grow up.
To Forget.
But you can't separate a tree from its roots without cutting it.
Don't cut me.

I want you to flower,
I want you to preserve and grow.
Planted deeply in my heart,
Enchanting me over and over.
It feels complete, just so secure.

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