Escorts


You gave me a second chance of life,
currency, not exist
owe you all,
my renaissance to the east,
sun sets west,
every breath from now till ever,
red pedals fall at your feet
sweat, drop, down,
bowing my head,
my wings will spread,
my heart will guard
for you I die,
and still I'll owe!

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