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In Passing

the end.

By Parti PrisPublished 3 years ago 1 min read

In the shadows it lurks, with no sound,

An enigma that's always around.

It takes the living, leaves them cold,

A mystery that never gets old.

Death, the ultimate secret profound.

sad poetry

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