Author: Isil Tamriel
When I Die,
My atoms will come undone;
I'll be space dust, once again.
The wind will carry me;
Scatter me everywhere;
Like dandelions in the springtime.
I'll visits worlds and alien moons;
It will be so damn poetic~
Until I land on your sandwich.
Happy Holidays
Moonlight’s Wishes
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