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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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