death brings us to our knees,
it is incomprehensible,
the stench pervasive.
we try to hide under blankets
but our toes betray
what we have to give away.
it rots away at the living,
haunting us in fear
and finding us in
at our most honest:
we're dying.
it's incomprehensible.
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last two lines. they're just right.
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