The Warmth of an Embrace
I stand today again alone
Standing once more on my own
Yesterday were with me
What a sight you were to see
You embraced me in your loving arms
and I laughed at all your silly charms
But yesterday is always just a memory
never more will it be...
Yet in my mind I can see
and hope for the eternies.
-Olsen Potter-
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