Eleventh Day
If i should die, before you should sleep, you should bury me. With the lies I told, you can carve a monument to debate about abstractionism.
With my truths, knit together a stone tablet of love. Remember to pen in my good deeds in a tabular form. Numbers one to eleven should suffice. Remember, i was born on an eleventh day. Shalom!
© gillena cox 2026
