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Death is a given

 but not always certain.

Who’s to say a finch,

cold amongst the branches

perched in utter silence

does not sing somewhere else?

Do we not dream?

Does not our mind fly elsewhere when stumped or interjected?


A place of no memory

A void of fleeting thought

It takes you nowhere,

yet everywhere seems to exist.

Hearts evolve in it

And nightmares are pushed aside

Stories unfold

 Chapters are ended

All behind ever drifting eyes

The last voice you heard

The orange tinged sky

The verse that first made you see

It fulfills you

And death is not an option.

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"The person who tries to live alone will not succeed as a human being. His heart withers if it does not answer another heart. His mind shrinks away if he hears only the echoes of his own thoughts and finds no other inspiration."
- Pearl S. Buck (via observando)

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