Death
Caress death,
as a baby,
caresses its
first breath.

Taste the staleness,
like a bag of chips,
left open for a day.

Touch the hand of death,
with the assurance,
no matter,
life continues.

Look at death,
a gateway,
to a new existance.

Feel death,
a roaring fire,
slowly fading away.
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