Consider the empty black ease of death
so much more peaceful than the meth
and without the shades of gray between
simple, dark shadows, invisible, unseen
A complex contemplation coralled and simply, beautifully, put!
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I would like to translate this poem
Delicious feelings of an ending Emotional out burst from the heart And yet we continue on the spiral There is no time Have to wait your turn. Alison