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Outlive

A book has a life span,
When it ends, it's ends.
Already printed and pressed,
Bound and sealed.
An expiration date,
In its page numbers.

It will not grow with me,
Will not add a chapter.
Done is done,
Through is through.

It's never a happy end,
To outlive a friend.
Written by Pauciloquent
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