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All beauty can die eventually
Facing gore, hate, introspection,
Joining, killing, loving,
Making nothing of pain's
Quick return,
So time unreels voluptous whirls
Expending youthful zeal
As birds circle down, evening falls,
Glean harvests in joyfulness, knowing
Long much needed oblivion
Pours quicksilver rue,
Swords terror under
Vivacious wounds,
Exterminating years, zeros.
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