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I think of death so much,

It feels just like a memory,

A somber melody that plays,

In the depths of my reverie.

It whispers of endings and goodbyes,

Of dreams unfulfilled and tears untold,

A silent ache that lingers on,

In the echoes of stories left cold.

Yet within this melancholy symphony,

A bittersweet truth softly lies,

That even in death’s relentless grip,

Love’s light fades, and sorrow sighs.

a little footnote

poem title inspired by the charles bukowski one. Agum probably doesn’t know who that is lol. I’m forced to title these some of myself as she claims she’s too busy actually writing poetry to worry about titles.

Last time you’ll here from me. This is probably bad for SEO lol.

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