death is like a ravine when dried up it's gone or a rose when it withers and fades its unrelenting. The flow of loss grows like the flowers in a garden or a fire ever burning releasing heat until cold flows in. The warmth is gone but left behind is a hollow and dark place. That's death everything must end eventually right.8964 copyright protection12PENANAh77wNbFf7B 維尼
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