My Queen.
LaShona Nichole.
As you would know, I could have written a rhyme or a poem, or spoken word with flutes and finger snaps in the background, but that comes easy to me.
As nonchalant as I am, i refuse to declare these vows to you without effort.
Instead, I decree these vows to you in the form of a vision.
I envisioned myself without breath, without a pulse.
Physically weak with the blood of my body passing through ...
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