Death

Death approaches with each new day

I feel the coldness of its lips brush against my cheeks

As I watch loved ones grow old

See how their bodies wither

Even though this physical death is only of this dimension

And what lies within shall go on much further

A fear of death still pervades

And with another passing day Death has taken one step closer…

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