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Literature, Poetry, Theory/
About Death


I cried all night

I cried all night

God of the universe

Perhaps there is death without


Death that is like a flower

All night I pleaded

Even if I am dust

I shall have rest

To look at the height of the sky

And more and more and more

To say farewell to the beautiful ones

All night I thought

Many creatures live

In my hurting chest

And different stories

We must light a candle

And look at them

Before I sleep the death

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