She takes from my soul every minute.
but feeds is new strength to becon it.
Leaves my body cold, but teaches me what all cannot hold.
She gives new heartbeats, but all remain for one purpose.
She kills flowers, but forces river to pass without forfeit.
The days are bright and full because of her, but nights are queer and Mourning.
She's call time,
No one can call her "Mine"
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