I’ll wake up 60 years later and write,
I’ll wake up feeling death at its verge,
Tasting joy being bitter and loneliness being sweet.
Apr 30, 2017
Apr 30, 2017 at 3:37 AM UTC
I’ll wake up 60 years later and write,
I’ll wake up feeling death at its verge,
Tasting joy being bitter and loneliness being sweet.
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