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Apocalyptic Love
If skies were rolled away, like parchment scroll,
And stars faded as in an ended dream,
And world expires, after the bells would toll,
And moon dissolves with not a chunk to gleam;
But should an asteroid be left around,
On which by chance, I might yet safely land,
Hoping, that there you also might be found,
I will ask nothing more, but hold your hand;
But Apocalypse or not, here I am,
Right by your side, with my heart on your palm,
And should this body prove only a sham,
My spirit take, to medicate as balm;
......For it will last being ethereal,
......Though my body is but corporeal.
poem
by
Reyvrex Questor Reyes
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