in the end there is nothing
but the beauty of angels
worn down and moss covered
in the garden of remembrance
we went to as kids
to smoke and drink wine in
now clean out of time
I’m no closer
to understanding why
death has more followers
than anyone
Another Way of Saying 
made me feel.
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thanks for letting me know – appreciated
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