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  • Writer: Yaira Ebanks
    Yaira Ebanks
  • May 30
  • 1 min read

The only vow 

I bow 

down to:

“I’ll try my best”


no promises, flowers,

honeymoon, no ring


The only vow spoken to you:

“I’ll try my best too”


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