Occasionals
Sunday, October 23, 2011
Death poem
All I am
and all I'll ever be
is rain on the storm
from the mountains
to the sea
When I'm dead
don't grieve
dont mourn for me
just buy a candle,
light it
and let it weep
wax tears free
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