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Sunday, January 31, 2016

Last Things

To my Rose

When I die,
I want to be,
In a container,
With your love.
Let my soul,
 Sleep with yours.
Let what remains,
Of me,
Abide with what,
Remains of you.
I shall have,
No eyes,
So let the place,
Be any place,
As long as that place,
Is within you.

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