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Death

Death is a donkey parting graves on a field.

Death is the coldness between you and the duvet.

Death is the river below the bridge to the other.

Death is the cracks between night and day.

Death is a place that is never seen.

Eternal bliss of hope and madness-

 In its decline-

 

Carpe Diem

(It was nice to meet you)

◄ A new race

Midnight ►

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