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The Final Hour by Morena June (my sister(:)

cutmywristsandblackmy3y3s:

It’s here we lie in your final hour,
Beneath the shade of a gloomy bower,
Them tree you lie in a lifeless rest,
Your hands folded neatly upon your chest,
It was your time to fall into the eternal sleep,
I was not ready so I sit and weep,
Next to your bed I place one white flower,
Because lilies are the gift of the final hour.

(Source: andsh3willb3l0v3d)