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Death floats among the living
Striving to survive
Death is an oxymoron
As it itself is alive
Its hand how strong
Holds her in its grasp
While he tries to secure
The other with a clasp
One hand bound
The other free
I notice others
Trapped like me
Some have Death so close
He covers their entire outside
Thriving on their bodies
As soon they will subside
There are some that are so far gone
In whom he lives
Their body and soul
They freely give
So while people die
Death will thrive
Because in itself
Death is alive
6-19-00
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