When I am dead, my dearest:
Consume me as the ravaging whole,
Convert me to organic matter,
That I might become at last, a blade of grass.
the writings and photos of amoniel, a little romantic, eyes wide open since birth.
When I am dead, my dearest:
Consume me as the ravaging whole,
Convert me to organic matter,
That I might become at last, a blade of grass.
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