Death comes as the end

It's so as they say

In the muddy clay

Of yesterday

Forgotten socks

And broken locks

Tattered mingling thorns

Broke the nightingale

Ruby red cherry strawberry smoothie

Splashed

On a porcelain porch

Near the swinging seat

With not

A hint of grass beneath

Scorched ashes lie about

Forsworn liberty

Prickling the thin timbers

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I can almost feel it pulling me down
Without an ounce of pity
Faring better than all else
For it falls on itself
A pulling into
All unto the centre
Of its force
Ten thousand and fifty one
And more
Above it
Yet bow down to it
Held into place by a cumulated sphere
Of stardust

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Floodgates break
A piece of baked cake
Brakes on a break
In the long car ride
For whose sake
Is there now to bow

There is no reason to live
In a world so bright
So full of light
Without its shadows
That make it a beauty
To withhold

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