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Death
Death… it's not absence
… it's not despair. No,
no, my darling- it's Truth.
Truth's bosom, all sweet… and warm
… and tight in her supple, cherry embrace.
But still I cry… I cry… I cry and cry. No answers why… why!?
My the anguish twist my stomach
into knots and thorns?
Must we , those who are left behind...