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Awaking to the hushed sounds of midnight filling the space of one thousand promises:
“I will love you always”
“I am here for you always”
“I want to share my life with you always”

But as the sounds of morning crest with the horizon the space is filled with one thousand truths:
“Love” is {constantly} changing.
“Here” was subjective {to you}.
“Life” {together} has an end.

Always, is a fantasy.

Copyright © 2014 Tamika Brown and

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