The day last words would crumble, whatever meaning keeping them composed lost, I wonder, will they matter, the things once valued

The day last words would crumble, whatever meaning keeping them composed lost, I wonder, will they matter, the things once valued, ideas we held on to, fought for? And what would stay forever? – She asked. He smiled. – Not much, I guess. Whatever needs no words? -- Vs.

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