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Death is a masterpiece.
Carved in dark wood and ebony
It sheds no light
Death can be intricate
Carved with a delicate hand and crafty mind
Or death can be simple
Just a plan black blade will do
Our lives are repeated
In hopes of changing things
and when they change
it comes to us like the surprise birthday party we never had
Funny, how the moon looks so old
Her beams of radiance
She is proof that there is lightness in the darkest of times
There is always a light at the end of a tunnel
No matter how many times you've repeated living
One day you will shine
~Kelly Heikkila