There's not much left,
Pieces left strewn
And abandonded
In all of the places
I've ever died
There's not much left,
But you can have this heart
If you would like.
It isn't much,
But it sings in the thunder
And it is all I have left
To give.
-cjm-
Nov 11, 2015
Nov 11, 2015 at 3:22 AM UTC
There's not much left,
Pieces left strewn
And abandonded
In all of the places
I've ever died
There's not much left,
But you can have this heart
If you would like.
It isn't much,
But it sings in the thunder
And it is all I have left
To give.
-cjm-
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