" where she is the queen "
At this point, my words don't even mean anything, my lines are random, my meanings are all over the place, my endings are left in the middle. I've not the slightest idea if I can compose something coherent. It all feels li...
that humane life is a bother , we will die , rot and dismember ; Thus I am wishing for disincarnation .
But , there are times when I wonder , what if skies could ponder over souls when they wander after leaving the flesh and bones freeing thyself from the whole ;
skies would be hue-morous shades of lives , tints of deaths ; what marvellous rainbows .
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