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Progressive Entropy of the Soul

The whites
of the eyes are
as dark as night n'
it feels like the spark
just can't ignite

Guess that's how it is
when life's nemesis
is assuredly death...

yet beyond,
eyes suspect
that one wonders...

What's really next?
Written by Poetikmind (_---_)
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