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All beauty can die eventually
Facing glory, hate, introspection,
Joking, killing, loving,
Making nothing of pain's
Quick return -
So time unwinds vicious whirls,
Exciting youthful zealousness.
As birds circle down, evening falls,
Gather harvests in, jealously knowing
Long much needed oblivion
Pours quicksilver rue,
Swords terror under
Voluptuous wounds,
Exterminating years, zeros.
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