When you die
you walk on, shoeless,
your only light a nightlight,
and beneath your feet,
the carpet--
it’s so soft, it feels
like heaven.
Jan 11, 2013
Jan 11, 2013 at 4:17 PM UTC
When you die
you walk on, shoeless,
your only light a nightlight,
and beneath your feet,
the carpet--
it’s so soft, it feels
like heaven.
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