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The Weight of Death

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It feels like such a shame
all that laughter, conversation,
all those ordinary afternoons together.

They just lowered him into the ground
like a basket of rotting bread,
carefully, as if it still mattered.

I hate death.
He’s so selfish –
he arrives already decided,
and leaves everything else unfinished.

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    1. I’m with you dearest Tim I hate death, the look of it, the feelings it brings the unfairness, I was watching a nature program about a grizzly cub and it’s mom she led him high into the snowy mountains but the incline was too steep for the cub he tried so many times to follow her just to land on the rocks below to die it made me cry it was unfair… great write ❤️

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