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Aug 2014
I am Death.
You fear me for
I promote thee, be differently
I show what is beneath
Thy soul, unto another I bequeath
And for those who linger here
I come to diminish what thou holdest dear
See not what was that is no more
For each thing I take I leave a spore
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