"Trade"
Love has no gain; I alone, the profit. This place I embrace, seems so temporary. And gain rhymes with pain; there is no way to stop it, but still I won’t trace my steps to sanctuary. Falling so far down; Has never felt so right. Resonance of peace; the sound, welcoming the night. Go drown your sorrows; try to realign. Your time may be borrowed, but now, I’m taking….mine."Trade"
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- mysterianne
- is proud of Airman Derek; my son
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