For the ones who live
from the ones, who died.
Tomorrow will come
as good as you have tried.
Lust for life
the itch that can't be cured.
Trust the knife?
Violence can be ensured.
For the dead live
where the horizon burns blue.
Lilies unforgiven hollowness
conceptually proves to be true.
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wow! finely penned Asef! giving you 10+