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< 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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