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Death Is A Preacher

Death is a preacher
with sermon on hand
to take your breath away.

Death demands donation
after fevered demonstration
of her seductive soliloquy.

Death dances atop the
winds of your words,
sliding beneath your secret whispers.

She swims in your ventricles
fishing for hurts,
clawing at your clandestine fissures.

Her tenacity captivates
your restless curiosity,
leaving you agasp with dismay.

You dreamed of a victory,
she screamed out indifferently,
and the butterfly got away.
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