Slip into unconsciousness
Dream thy name, thy face, thy structure
Grasp for just one more kiss
The Vitality wrapped in an ivory coil; will rupture
Sands of time appear as water
Warmth enveloped with fragile tender
Collected pigs for the butcher to slaughter
What was had is lost, European Slender
Doubts of the end are more said than done
Control of life is no longer primitive
Wallow in the morning sun
Recite Hamlet; contemplate the limited
There are more than seven wonders;
A world filled with a billion sunders
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