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There is only death
From moment to moment
I look at You and it dies
We will never get it back
From life’s gracious giving
These moments we’re left to mourn
But it’s a gift that keeps on giving
If You decide on living or dying
And as You take steps
Put one foot in front of the other
Death will follow You
Like a loving and warm brother
Taking away all that You don’t need
And have ever needed
Until nothing remains
In that moment
You become everything
Everything that ever was, is or will be

In death,

Ian Altosaar

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