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After Life

Memories are aflame,

Upon a lonely funeral pyre,

Where flames lick their lips,

And I, with guilt,

Grieve,

For life has long taken me,

From that which I hold dearest,

Until my heart,

In pity,

Relents,

Till a sweet song begins to call,

And I, blindfolded,

May happily go,

Back to my life,

In death.

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