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untimely demise

At the door, random severance:
Like a telemarketer on steroids,
This quasi-divine contrivance

Not any substance or feeling could quell:
Here we dance, zomboid grievance,
Mere mortals could not work around.

Poetry by arquious The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2023-11-10 at 12:25

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Is this about death? It seems about death.

Either way I like it