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(Life&Death Poem) A Erosion
A erosion has already started.
It is just a matter time.
It is as infinite as the stars.
Yet so limited to us as human beings,
Some turtles and birds have a span longer then ours.
And we tortured by it with a sense of our own mortality.
Who will receive that card and when?
Your existence has come to an end.
And you can only hope to be remembered for what good you have done or accomplished.
But of all eventualities the one that most certainly will come to pass is the knowledge of you will not last.
The only question is how fast.
poem
by
Ace Of Black Hearts
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