Twelve
Two Thousand eighteen
A year
Full of change, in between it all
A life switched around in a manner of twelve little months
I was never the same
After this year passed
I'm almost praying for it to last
Just a little longer again
YOU ARE READING
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PoetryOne poem every day for 20 days, let's see what I can come up with - And if this is mason here, reading this, know I love you still. I trust your keeping my book safe and I mean every word I've written about you. Ps look for you
