About Donovan Lever

In the end, the words won't matter. No.'cause in the end, nothing stays the same. In the end dreams just scatter, and fall, like rain. When death comes like the hungry bear in autumn when death comes and takes all the bright coins from his purse to buy me, and snaps his purse shut; when death comes like the measle-pox; when death comes like an iceberg between the shoulder blades, I want to step through the door full of curiosity, wondering; what is it going to be like, that cottage of darkne

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