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I'd like to think that you're worth my time,
but you embody everything that I hate.

You have known, O Gilgamesh,
What interests me,
To drink from the Well of Immortality.
Which means to make the dead
Rise from their graves
And the prisoners from their cells
The sinners from their sins.
I think love’s kiss kills our heart of flesh.
It is the only way of eternal life,
Which should be unbearable if lived
Among the dying flowers
And the shrieking farewells
Of the overstretched arms of our spoiled hopes.

Find me only in dreams,
thumbing my stitches and seams.

With patchwork skin and quilted smile,
I breathe recycled air and sleep on borrowed time.

My foot prints are heaven bound
through snow and ice and shattered sound.

grattis alla på smålands nationaldag, detta ska firas

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MSCHuxGv7nU