Death is as pale as a vampire's flesh,
and it sounds like a heart slowly beating,
nearing expiration.
It has the flavor of dry bread.
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quite interesting! i don't look at this as the physical death but death as dying. Dying in the sense that the bad self was denied and now the seed which was once planted became a tree.
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quite interesting! i don't look at this as the physical death but death as dying. Dying in the sense that the bad self was denied and now the seed which was once planted became a tree.