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A Beautiful Death
I am
a
mere shadow
of
a breeze
blowing
in
the wind..
as
the
darkness
tells
tattered tales
of this 'ease’
comfort
from within..
I am
like a sieve
as crimson
expunges
from the cavity..
still-birthed
as the clock
in repose
slowly begins
to freeze..
voices
speak
in
hallowed tones
“you’ve no more
left to teach”..
aberrations
grasping
for each
premise,
that glory’s
right
within
it's
reach...
a
mere shadow
of
a breeze
blowing
in
the wind..
as
the
darkness
tells
tattered tales
of this 'ease’
comfort
from within..
I am
like a sieve
as crimson
expunges
from the cavity..
still-birthed
as the clock
in repose
slowly begins
to freeze..
voices
speak
in
hallowed tones
“you’ve no more
left to teach”..
aberrations
grasping
for each
premise,
that glory’s
right
within
it's
reach...
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