Bella Muerte
Welcomed, unwelcomed,
in the shadows waiting lies,
Death in it's beauty.
Glorious diamonds,
are the souls of the living.
Missed, unmissed,
Eternally go.
With and without true meaning,
fate is unfufilled.
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