Death
Not only dark, but vibrant.
It is dark yet vivid. So is the chance of death.
These dark seconds of death.
Nor do these seconds have meaning.
Although you separate, it is not painful, and I do not fear you.
The loss of love, hope, and desire is what kills me.
Death, you have no meaning, yet we've found one for you. Unity, hope, love, laughter, and tears are shared with you. Death is everything, other than a loss of life.
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