death love
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Whither thy love abide, mine soul enlightens greatly.
Ay, thee, who art so quite quaint and unique.
Doest the unknown frighten thee, folly of uncertainty.
Lately I've been thinking of you a lot,
Reminiscing about the old times.
My mind getting lost in that bittersweet spot,
My memory filling with your beautiful chimes.
Why do people flee from death <br/> and vainly cling to life? <br/> Do they not realize that each breath <br/> will bimply bring more strife? <br/> <br/> Death will dance. <br/> Death will love.
A bed of Roses
Dead and Still
WAITING
WAITING
as she Dies
for the First time
He cries
as SIlently
As the Roses
On Top
Her Grave
