Sunday, 8 March 2015

The universe in your eyes

All the cases are closed
You were perfect and but you rose.
I beg for help:
Please get me through!

Raising from the dead

Ain't as getting up from bed.
You got to thrive
To come back alive.

You will not harm themAs they harmed you, my friend.

All the steps you took so far
Brought you back from being fubar.

 

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