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will you hold my soul??

I often wonder
who shall be there for me
At the point of no return

Will they be proud of me
In all the love i have earned

Shall they watch in silence
Or speak of lessons I've learned

Who will hold my soul
Whist my body burn's ??

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Nardine Sanderson

I plan to be cremated and cast out into the sea, beneath the brightest stars at night.

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Ricardo Antonio...

The sea is liquidous God ... the echo of your life will come back and be complete ...

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Tony Taylor

Hey Big Sis!!....thanx for writing on one of my topics..........the soul...........reminds me of being on "the mountain"..........where the commandments were delivered..........man, you're shining sister girl!!.........smiles..............T  xx

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Nardine Sanderson

Thank you my darling brother Tony, just writing from my happy heart, I've so many questions in life, i always wonder about the future and imagine how peaceful death will be wether it will hurt, or if I'm alone, it's not something i fear as such, i guess it's just the unknowing, i still think soul's survive death, and circle this life again, I've written a piece a while ago on here, this is a connective piece, love to you dear tony, your sister Nardine xoxo ❤

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