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death of loved ones, friends, or friends of friends,
Causes voids we cannot avoid.
Our mortality stares us down,
We are afraid and humbled.
Thankful to have withstood tragic news,
We go on.
Dressed in sadness, we commenorate the love,
So hard to express in stressful times.
Spirits draped in blackest impenetrable clouds.
Hearts broken but strengthened, pound loudly,
defiantly.
In tribute to those we have lost,
We continue.
From the moment we are born, death awaits.
Youth is our vaccination, success a booster shot,
But none claims immunity.
All of us impunity.
Never totally reconciled or accepted,
None neglected.
In time we are hardened to its call,
Life once eternal, now seems small.
The older we get, the more experienced
Yet novices always at our own.
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