The apple of eden

My will is to disappear
Let my soul stop to exist
To go against all my fear
Be dissolved like a mist

I will follow the sun
To leave this life behind
My will is to be only one
To die, let my answers find

I will be the greatest star
The brightest light on your heaven
Near, but still afar
For you to find in number of eleven

Poetry by 2dark4u
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Written on 2017-02-20 at 21:46

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