If you rise
You must die.
What if I'm dead,
Will someone read?
Countless winds,
Dreamy nights.
Roomy tents
Fire lights.
She exists,
I got my prize.
For what is death if not the reflection of life?
Jun 22, 2017
Jun 22, 2017 at 11:51 PM UTC
If you rise
You must die.
What if I'm dead,
Will someone read?
Countless winds,
Dreamy nights.
Roomy tents
Fire lights.
She exists,
I got my prize.
For what is death if not the reflection of life?
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