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A haunting reflection on the encounter between life and mortality, where death arrives not as a forceful conqueror but as a patient companion.
From the street, I saw Thanatos'
new chess, darkened eyes,
walking through the fog of broken dreams.
He met my gaze; I met his presence, calm, almost royal.
The angel drew closer and whispered, "So, it's time for us to go."
I paused
Why should I?
My friends, my beloved ones,
they were all here, circling my breath, rooted in the pulse of my life.
So the angel stayed with me, didn't leave, and did not insist.
Yet my companions kept breathing only in the shadow of my soul.
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