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Of Death

We are but a tendril;
a whisp, really
of spirit, desperately seeking
experience, inside
this mortal body, doomed
from its conception;
a damned vessel,
destined to return to
the elements from
which it came
Written by LunaGreyhawk (Jenn_Leigh)
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