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To make sense of death is To make sense of life. I thought myself Prepared for grief while Watching a movie in which Tears poured down...

If eyes are a doorway to the soul Then can shutting my eyelids protect it? A thin-walled, veiny prison Or safehouse?

Much smarter than me You’d be fool not to see The tree, so wise and so free. Never doth moving Or seemingly breathing Or seeing or...