I would rather not see
the world without him
who shall love me.
This bed shall be haven
and Hell will not have me
until he finds me here,
under the dust I shall be.
What is a hundred years;
what is a moment? No, time
does not matter. It does not
hold me, does not
curse me. Still I shall wait
in dreams. In dreams I'll live,
as I'm dead awake. Unkissed,
untouched, until he.
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