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of death and life

unfamiliar ceilings -

the sky

openings for a soul

must we know that we will die?

to force the sea grow still

in the prospect of saving
one wave

(a trough without
a crest)

all perishes

and death comes in the form of

in the eyes of the people who love you

(along deserted roads

life never lies
never really hides from you

the necessity of loss)

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