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Immortalized
The stench of death consumed me.
And I laughed in derision at the irony.
Whose death accounted for my immortaility?
The numbers rose up in my head,
I refused to count them.
If fate is indeed foreordained,
Then what am I here for but to interfere?
For destiny is in my hands.
poem
by
Rosemarie Diano
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