We are but decaying thoughts of our existence,
hollowed out from life’s ancestry, some crave
to extend it beyond this human covenant. Many
comfort in the gossip of fables, conjuring an inane
perpetuation, burnt pages,
In your direst eulogy, will you miss mostly the million shades of sunsets or the million hues of sunrises? This life will strangle you wi...
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