When I die, I wish to comeback as one of her tears
What man would be so lucky
As to have been conceived in her heart,
Born in her eyes,
Live on her cheeks,
And die at her lips?
-Anonymous
About Me
- Shina Park
- "Ring the bells that still can ring, forget your perfect offering, there is a crack in everything, that's how the light gets in." -Leonard Cohen
I hide in his beard
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