she can't escape
the thought
death,
ends with a finality
she can't escape
the thought
life,
flowers into a parody;
she can't escape
the thought
herself,
born a probability
thus,
death, her
thinking companion;
life, her
traveling joker,
herself,
a knowing gravity.
when young
death is, to her
but a fantasy;
when soul knows afternoon,
life is, but an ambiguity;
waiting for her,
to stir up that dusky mystery.
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