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Jun 2017
Life comes too in those harsh words of death
She is always polite, she bows out
Under hailing gore and pestilence
She doth show her penitence
With a dreamer's
With an angel's
elusive
smile.

In a way that death could never champion life,
Life wears death like a royal rite
Zero, it's alive! but living nothing cannot be.
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Sometimes Starr  Another place
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