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Jun 2013
A million ways to die,
But to die without a smile,
Without a glint of light in the eyes.

Without a soul by your side,
Nor a love in your life.

Remnants, none to find
Descendants none,
The end of the line.

This is no way to die.

It is not death,
When there never was life.
The Tinkerer
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The Tinkerer  24/M/New Zealand
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   Anna Wood and shika
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