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Jun 2014
When i'm closest to Death
Is when I feel I am most alive.

I'm dangerously close to having nothing, wanting nothing
I feel as though nothing is the most I could ever ask for.

I feel pleasure in the pain
Where there is no pain there is no life

I stand amongst the lively
Holding Death's hand
Listening to the sweet promises
Of an inevitable end.
Lea Anne Mousso
Written by
Lea Anne Mousso  New York
(New York)   
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