Catastrophe
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Category : Poems
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Every inch of flesh and bone in my body, and every ounce of love instilled in me; belong to him.
Every subtle thought that slips my mind, and every void space in my soul; belong to him.
My heart is his to keep, his to love, his to hold, and I beg him not to break my heart when I have relinquished it to him so freely.
Because I am his; and only his.
