I want them to publish my essay,
For my words to come alive
About the girl who was messing
With me and I died.
Her words were always exciting,
Her voice was ever so sweet,
And I will become a writer
Because I was killed.
I came back as a novel,
As million billion words,
I was my own apostle
Of parallel worlds.
I want them to publish...
© Copyright: Екатерина Лифшиц, 2019
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