![]() LIVE, my childA Poem by Evita
One day death will come for me, child
and I shall pass too as all men have and as all men will until eternity retires or dies... Promise me you'll live harder when I'm gone that you will skate a perfect figure eight. don't drive the same line deeper into the ice you'll get stuck in a rut remember you started somewhere if not where you started and that infinity is not forever and it will end. © 2011 EvitaAuthor's Note
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