The Kiss of Death (poem)
ive fallen into my emo state again, and this is what came of it:it would be in german, but stupid quibblo wont put the right characters. so until i can find out how to put it in german and have it correct it will be in english
Ah, the sweet bliss of death. To walk among the graves, to stop and smell the decaying black roses. To lie under a willow tree and read poetry for hours on end. To listen to the sparrows and crows that sit in threes, spewing their magnificent songs.
I can not wish more for the reapers kiss of death.
I can not wish more for the reapers kiss of death.
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