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The blessings of society
Are a funeral pyre to me,
Ablaze upon the cool, flowing
Liquid of my
Solace.

And the dead was not a
Loved one so,
I doubt that I will weep,
As flame foreshadows peace in death
And ashes wash
Away...





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