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Life after death...

Seven minutes past eleven,
Heaven.

Just before midnight,
Bright.

An elder speaks of death,
Breath.

"Do we wake in the skies?"
"Only love never dies."

🌷(6)

◄ you are enough...

The Illusion of Tomorrow ►

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