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1d
when death comes
it will not be the patient ground
that opens up to hold us

it will not be the restless sea
that reaches out to collect us

it will be the wind
that finally takes our names
spins and shakes them apart
tossing them into infinite sparks

are you accepting of this?
are you prepared for this?

the seasons wheel away
and so must we
Michael Sean Maloney
Written by
Michael Sean Maloney  60/M/Japan
(60/M/Japan)   
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