On Death
Death is selfish.
It takes away that part of us
that was.
That once was…
once.
Never to be more or less of again.
Timeless.
Time Sensitive.
Encapsulated in frame(s),
once.
N’er again.
On Death: 505
On Death
Death is selfish.
It takes away that part of us
that was.
That once was…
once.
Never to be more or less of again.
Timeless.
Time Sensitive.
Encapsulated in frame(s),
once.
N’er again.
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