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Mar 2020
People often ask if I fear death,
I don’t.
I ask them if they fear life,
They don’t.
Then why is it should I dread universal finite,
When they are unafraid of temporary infinite,
For a life can’t exist without end,
Lest it be relegated mere existence
Insomnia fueled nonsense
Written by
Branden  M
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