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May 2021
You still dare come to my grave!
Hmm. I must Have been really something to you!
'Meant a lot!
' Never imagined how precious I was to you!

You still coming to my grave... Hmm... 'Never thought you cared this much!

No more flowers?
Oh, well... You brought yourself....
And with a prayer... Nice!
Original.

Still coming to my grave...
"As you need your restless I need my peace...
As I need my remains to be animated you need yours to lie.
Theodora Oniceanu
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Theodora Oniceanu
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