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Fleeting Death Crowds gather. Crows around a carcass, Cawing and screeching, Black beady eyes watching. A flap of wings, a black flurry. The dark mass shatters To reveal the light. A round beam of moonlight, Glimmering on the summer day, Shining a path. The shimmer, Figures of light, Gripping a sadness. Rising to a lonely heaven. The sounds recede, Fading away to a white nothingness. Gripped in the hand, A single flower of a lost life. ~

E. Words choke, thoughts vanish. Never anything to say. Nervous grin, mumbled hello. And then you're gone. A mental curse. Stupid. And plans for next time. To make it better. At a time of fun. Words come easier. Laughing, joking. Memories that remain. A hope that still huddles. In the corner. Surrounded by shadows. Creeping out into the light. To think, and watch. And hope. ~