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ADDRESS TO DEATH
Eternity is always a lonely thing,
It leaves tomorrow behind.
Wars,
Roses.
This sorrow in living,
This life to support it.
This self
Which flies from
Inflicting death,
Enduring death.
This is the freedom I wish to gather for myself.
Eternity is a lonely thing,
It sleeps tomorrow.
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