Does Death Also Pause For The Sunrise?
We are all strings waiting to be undone.
By douglas wolossPublished about a year ago • 1 min read
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Photo by Mohamed Nohassi on Unsplash
Death's distinguished dance descends down dark disjointed districts.
Deftly dodging devoted discord, demented dreams dissolve.
Despair dominates, days decay.
Delicate dancers dwell, distantly detached, desperately demanding deliverance.
Destruction drives defeat, depriving destiny, denying deft dissolution.
Dawns delay deafens dubious dealings, delirium delights denial.
Defying death's decree, dazzling dreams devour dwindling darkness.
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