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With my first breath, I become to wander till the last to be and be and be some more time slow at first, soon fast And with his last draw of this world's breath an orphan I become His time well spent I take my place to hear my distant drum Dark dying thoughts once swallowed me like harpies chattering on the wind But with the truth of death fresh at my door I greet him as a friend Together we shall walk and talk and leaves and stars will fall I will see the patterns unfold once hidden revealing all
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Aug 16, 2022
Aug 16, 2022 at 6:38 AM UTC
an Orphan I become
With my first breath, I become to wander till the last to be and be and be some more time slow at first, soon fast And with his last draw of this world's breath an orphan I become His time well spent I take my place to hear my distant drum Dark dying thoughts once swallowed me like harpies chattering on the wind But with the truth of death fresh at my door I greet him as a friend Together we shall walk and talk and leaves and stars will fall I will see the patterns unfold once hidden revealing all
Last year I lost my Dad, Sister, and my Sister-in-law. The naturalness of death brought me thoughts of my own. They are not morbid thoughts anymore but rather peaceful truths.
#death#dying#orphan#dad
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American
Aug 16, 2022
Aug 16, 2022 at 6:38 AM UTC
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