And as my soul was caressed
I could see the first glimpse of the celestial body
That would soon take me away for good.
My eyelids sunk into my now hollow skull
And the final word - the only word -
That had come to me before death was
"Life!"
Jan 26, 2019
Jan 26, 2019 at 12:17 PM UTC
And as my soul was caressed
I could see the first glimpse of the celestial body
That would soon take me away for good.
My eyelids sunk into my now hollow skull
And the final word - the only word -
That had come to me before death was
"Life!"
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