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Jan 2020
It's easy to remember
that life isn't terminal
takes a moment longer
to see death isn't either
At times I wonder what use
it is to give my bones to the soil
to crumble into other forms
to replenish the earth
When the earth is where it ends
The earth is what will stop
Rotating about its axis
Revolving around the sun
It is not meant to last
It cannot be protected
We will die first
The earth will die last
And none will exist to remember
winter
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winter  21/Non-binary
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