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ant 15| A flower, wilting, before I bloom
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A poem I made a year ago

Love alone

The sickness within, queasiness? Fear?

The worries I face, they make me feel queer

The excitement it brings, for better or worse,

The lines I have practiced and all I’ll rehearse.

Whenever I saw her I was filled with joy

Until I remember it was all a ploy,

By the master of all, Death.

I see him, I feel his presence, all around,

In the final moment's, in her last breath,

He torments me with her body in the ground.

Everyday I visit, everyday I cry,

Always asking myself, “why”.

While death laughs with every boast,

It is in these moments that I need her most.

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