Old woman
sweep up my remains
the bits that fall off me
skin flakes of pain
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Death is so final, to the ones left behind, it is bewildering, and can seem so unkind
Life is at best, a puzzle, a test, when it goes right it goes right, when it goes wrong, it’s a mess
Emotions are an ocean, they can be as gentle as the tide, they can also be
Pure misery that can dent, the proudest pride
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