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Don’t try to live forever
Just try to live for now.
Life without death
Is not really living.
There is an interesting dynamic
Between life and death.
There is an interesting dynamic
Between love and sex.
You can’t find love in a hole.
But you can find love in
Warm places
In friendly faces.
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Like a newborn opening its eyes for the very first time
It comes upon me that I have been living blind
Walking, talking, breathing, but not opening my eyes
To the beauty I’ve been missing should be a crime
Like many before me, I try to rewind
All the hours I’ve wasted, all the wonders I missed
Obviously I should have taken more risks
But reality comes harsh in the mornings; I can never go back in time.
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The memories in our hearts
Pearce us like darts
The dreams we once shared
Have parted and fared
Legends live to leave a mark
But like shadows, they only dwell in the dark
We all have to pay
Our tolls someday
Death has never missed…
It’s now time to reminisce
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Stranger to me
Stranger to you
When life means nothing
Are you really living
When you live to die
And love has no virtue
Are you alive
When death does not phase you
And the name Hades does not strike fear into your heart
Have you a soul
Neither sun nor moon
Or burning wound
You are a still a stranger to me
And I am a stranger to you
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i’m living as a sieve
a bucket brimming with sand
until the rice and ashes
slip through the fingers of the hand
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