Tanner Herndon


The Ocean Beneath Us

Nobody dies alone,
Death, will not allow this,
Death will be right there waiting,
His black crow's wings spread open wide,
Spread open wide, ready to embrace his new friend,
You'll no longer have a date-of-birth,
Only a certificate of Death,
And in celebration of your dying,
Every year, Death will throw for you, a grand party,

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