Nov 2019
When I die,
Let my blood fill this ink.
Let my tears wet these pages.
Let my heart beat in these lines.
In these words I lived.
And here is where I'll be buried.
Let my blood fill this ink.
Let my tears wet these pages.
Let my heart beat in these lines.
In these words I lived.
And here is where I'll be buried.
(30/F/Germany)
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