In my room, is an eternal sound
It never rests, it never slumbers
In my room, it's never quiet
It syncs to the beat of my heart
In my room, I never leave
Sad hydrangeas beside me
In my room, life drifts away
The flowers die away too
In my room, I am forgotten
Parents, friends, what are they?
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Eternal Repose | Poetry Collection
Poetryliving in the moment while death is an eternal repose. A poetry collection in the memento mori sense.
