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[Enter the Poet]
I am in love with the idea of death but terrified of the reality. Sometimes I think death wants to love the idea of me. I talked to him. He told me beautiful stories, and I consumed every drop. My mind feeds from it and my heart learns and aches. He hugged me and told me he cannot wait to meet me in another universe. He also told me that life is worth living and that I should not rush. Strange coming from death, however I respect him, because I love him. I have written him many love letters and notes to leave to others to tell him of my departure. We’ll, be married once I leave, and while tears are shed at my funeral, tears of relief will flood my wedding with death.
Signed,
The Poet
"I see you everywhere, in the stars, in the river, to me you're everything that exists; the reality of everything." -Virgina Woolf
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