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The extension of Death Writing


For some reason
I feel you next to me
How you take my hand
And I see your words
Written down on the paper

No longer I can see my own
Handwriting, it’s yours,
By you, Through me

A story told from the world
Beyond my own,
But still a part of the world
I am living

Through the Word
You’re are still here
Next to me
Within me
And everything I feel




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Publicerad 2017-09-15 20:12



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