Antipas Akko Poems

the hardest parts
of all my days
are without a doubt
the mornings
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Yesterday I dreamt of us
Of places we'd travel
With each other
And worlds we'd find
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When seasons have passed
Be they years or decades
When I am but a memory
I ask of you, forget me not
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To say I think of you
would be a lie, a great deceit
I live in thoughts of you
In eager smiles I do not deserve
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