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a cycle
by Haiden DeShong
life--
is like a hand
that passes through the veil of
reality
(fantasy)
reaching,
aimless
in its need
grasping at fingers that are
too gone
to feel at all
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death--
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fades into
the breath of the ether; it embodies
a kiss,
love from a soulmate who will forever linger,
and hold you close in your coffin
the way no lover ever would.
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