Come
Come find me,
at world’s end.
Come see me,
in broken glass.
Come love me,
rape my corpse.
– F H Hakansson
Come
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Home of the author
Come
Come find me,
at world’s end.
Come see me,
in broken glass.
Come love me,
rape my corpse.
– F H Hakansson
F. H. Hakansson 
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THANKS ;D
I’ll have to ask you a question: why this picture to accompany the text?
Several reasons. I only upload pictures I (or one of my friends) have taken which means I don’t have that many to chose from.
If one tries to ignore the snowman the picture is of an obscure and dark person who looks more like a shadow figure – a figure impossible to see and impossible to get to. A figure that cannot be seen or found (and thus it kind of links in with the poem haha)