I am that last, thatfinal thing, the bodyin a white sheet listening,

LiYoung Lee
I am that last, thatfinal thing, the bodyin a white...
I am that last, thatfinal thing, the bodyin a white...
I am that last, thatfinal thing, the bodyin a white...
I am that last, thatfinal thing, the bodyin a white...
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I am that last, thatfinal thing, the bodyin a white sheet listening, "No matter what happens, I will always be here." This phrase is a famous quote from Batman Begins. The character Bruce Wayne says it to Rachel Dawes. He, as Batman, is the last thing in the world to survive anything. When someone is talking about something huge and huge things happen he has to be there.

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  2. A bruise, bluein the muscle, youimpinge upon me. As bone hugs the ache home, so I'm vexed to love you, your bodythe shape of returns, your hair a torsoof light, your heat I must have, your opening I'd eat, each momentof that soft-finned fruit, inverted...

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