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When I die
Prop my body up
In a bed of posies
In my hands
Place the last book
I was reading
About the Creator
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I don't get it, I don't get me and I don't get you. There is no me and there is no you, but I can reach out my hand and touch me, I can reach out my hand and touch you. I can reach out my mind and innerstand me, I can reach out my mind and overstand you. I can reach out my heart and love me, I can reach out my heart and love you
By Ruhani Khadijaha day ago in Poets
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Oooo, I would love that too!
Sounds like a good plan!
That's what I want...