8 Jun

we've marched on without looking back,

7 Jun

i am tired of quickening hours locked in such silence

6 Jun

stand before me for soon we will part, i have given birth

5 Jun

understand that moments shy away from prying eyes,

4 Jun

i see very little of you now with your faraway glances,

3 Jun

at the end of the day you bow to no one

2 Jun

you will not find his face hidden among the tomes,

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