Death And Being
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James McLain
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Death being; not unlike a blind date,
and never coming when you expect her,
like your first date, she never forgets you.
Death I do not....not do I death...now seek her...
like flint sees a fire, through the face of that
place ever stoked, and you are her radiance..
the logs stacked up in wait, for her pleasure...
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