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Aug 2019
When I die,
grind my dry bones into dust,
sift the stardust from the ashes,
and throw my ashes to the sea so that I may become one with the rain and touch all the places I never got to see...
this is my death wish
Lyrical Dream
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Lyrical Dream  15/F
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