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Death Comes Closer

When the passion in my veins
becomes the poison in my blood
and death comes closer by a step
I will not shrivel in sudden fear
or dissolve into a mist of a pitiable plight
For even when I die
My words will illuminate lives with it's
perennial light.

Death | Pencil Shades

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  1. Ajay Chander R.5 March 2018 at 19:59

    very awesome words , liked it much. regards from Quora Gaffer

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