Reluctant Paradise (Selfless: Part II)
Rising from my body.
A plague that God has slew.
My soul, a vivid elegance.
It shines like morning dew.
Ascending to the heavens.
With reluctance in my heart.
As I know my hope in finding her.
Is lost, a tragic art.
poem by Aaron Lynn
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