When the last drop of tears comes off the corner of my eye, who will be there to wipe it When the last breath comes off my nose who will be there to hear it Am I still holding pinky with my love using last bit of my strength Where will my soul float to who are there to read poems to me or still reading poems that I wrote long before I reach for you or you reach for me Will you tell me time never really stops for me and goes on to next level of no return perhaps I would start learning your language as dark as most of void out in universe so called dark matter or black holes perhaps souls are part of essence of the latter that's why no one has ever seen any soul back from your grasp perhaps every soul is happy out there there is no strong reason to come back Love might be the bright stars out in the dark but we might have gone out to the milky way or beyond and there is plenty of stars we could not hide from forever
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