Then I realised I had been murdered
They looked for me in cafes, cemeteries and churches ....
but they did not find me.
They never found me?
No. They never found me.
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- jae song
- be pleased then, you, the living, in your delightfully warmed bed, before lethe's ice-cold wave will lick your escaping feet...
2 comments:
Great poem!
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