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In A Place

In a place that I remember someone,
A coffin resides, and it houses the death.
One life made me ill like a reality,
Frenetic circumstances outweighed,
And bliss entered with fervour,
Like the billowing winds, forcing a death.

The deity of the night is a shallow beast,
Feeding philosophers with divinity,
Due to the colour of the sky and the beauty

Of the one who commands a slave,
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Thursday, January 1, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: death
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