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The Passing
There are words
But human emotions will always obstruct there comfort
There are friends
Who present themselves for family consolency
There are flowers
Which are beautiful to view -their decay is inevitable
There are songs
Soothing the silent whimpering screams from within my soul
There is family
Whom I no longer comfortingly can embrace their tears
There is earth
Covering the light and pitching darkness about me
There is my passing
The start of my eternity
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