Allow Me To Get Used To It

Allow me to get used to it
With thought of separation
If only for a moment

Time
Which doesn’t really exist
So how to miss it and why
Evenings that are never
And mornings which after them
Will not occur

I somehow must get used to it
With thought of separation
If only for always

by Ivona Sophia

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