What a time to be on Earth
To have sorrow in my soul
Day dreaming of different ways I could turn back time
But until I figure it out
All I can say is that I love you
A genuine human both admired and revered
I am left unsatisfied with my own foolishness
Believing that time would ever sit still for me
Yet I remain humbled
Honored just to know that I am loved too
Remembering that there will come a moment where we will reunite
We will laugh again
And I will tell you once more
Thank you and I love you
My cousin is a champion
Of many hearts through endless Summers
And long may he reign!
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Oscar Wilson
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