Poetry Month - trite won
I don't want to forget you while I'm still breathing,
Don't delete me off your skin.
Leave your heart wide open and
Don't delete me off your skin.
Leave your heart wide open and
Imprint yourself within.
Don't ever leave me, nor Forsake me.
Don't ever leave me, nor Forsake me.
I'll love you (forever) until then
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