Just think:
somewhere out there
in the wide, wide world
is a small patch of earth
that one day
will be your grave.
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Author:
Fränz Müller (
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So true but I won't know then. My space is already purchased. Of course there is always cremation. Well done.
Fränz, this delivers an entire existential reckoning in a handful of lines. The vastness around us only makes our inevitable destination feel more intimate...and more chilling. Brilliantly done, my friend. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
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