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Sep 2016
I fear many things
But death is not one
No, my greatest fear
Comes after deaths done

I fear I will wake
Alone and cold
In yawning darkness
With no one to hold

Who said after all
That when we all die
We go to the same place
Below or on high?

Perhaps then death
Is meerly isolation
And being alone in the dark
Is all our destination
Hadrian Veska
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