R.I.P, my friend, fly high.
The sky is your oyster.
Like the ground is mine.
Like Death is yours.
And Life is mine.
R.I.P my friend, fly high.
I will be with you always.
As you will me.
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POETRY COLLECTION
PoetryA compilation of some of my poetry Please read A silver tear The skull And Kismet
