Unrehearsed death comes only once in a lifetime.
We remain strangers on the outskirts of one
another until it is our time to expire.
Leaving life, no longer able to fend for itself
On Scandinavian shores unsurpassed by empty
stares in boats passing through the night.
Longingly distant throughout, at the end,
unforbiddenly unsurmountable.
Death takes each of us on a special date to
eternity.
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