< 18
Trigger warning: Death
<18/life was just starting like morning dew on an emerald blade of grass/ the sun set like a ball of
fire and melon/ the river/ its rocks smooth on the floor/ limpid and cold/ In a trice - you were gone/
par excellence was extinguished like a drop of river water on a single flame/ your coruscated soul>
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