Jan 2016
They die a thousand deaths
until they find one
that can get rid of their last breath,
until dying
is the only thing that's left
of
*Memories.
until they find one
that can get rid of their last breath,
until dying
is the only thing that's left
of
*Memories.
© Lizley (Maria Flordeliz Yamog)
|01.13.2016|
A mo[u]rning poem.
|01.13.2016|
A mo[u]rning poem.
(On a journey.)
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