If Death Comes Beating on My Door I Embrace the Reapers Blade To Strike Me Down and Bury Me In My Lost Loves Imagined Glade Where Her flowers still Bloom Wildly And Tremble in Her Sultry Breeze I`ll rest My Soul Forever On Beneath Her Gentle Wind swept Trees
Reason for writing:
Memories
Birth sign: Virgo
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