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“Bring back my love”
Bring back my love. Each moment, an eternity, anticipating the day of our reunion. My spirit aches for him; I cannot exist without him by my side. I implore thee, Sweet Death: Bring him back to me. Death replies silently; “Wait,” his voiceless calm emits. Eternal laws bind him, and my pleas, futile. Powerless, I linger in agony. My soul cries out for him, but I try to be patient. Our time will come. Death’s cold hand brushes his pale cheek. Passively, I remain; Poised to reunite with my Everlasting Love. Taken from him long ago, he was patient and waited. His time has come, at last. The Angel’s kind hand embraces his flesh, and brings him back to me. I rejoice in the splendor of Death. ** #887888 Not An Image **
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