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The way I see you
Through bright young
Eyes,
Withered like
A dying rose,
Dwindling away to
Nothing.
I walk through life
Acutely aware
Of how time ticks on
Around me,
Always another second closer
To you.
Always another second closer
To death.
With young eyes
I see you decay
Into nothing
Waiting only
It seems
For death.
How is it you’re so full of life
When you’re so close to death?