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Death Does Not Come

Others wait in another dimension

coaxing the soon-to-be departed

to take a step over.

Death growls wildly

for the capture

of its next prey.

But they are not listening.

Hands are cupped tightly

over their ears.

Clouds of fear settle

over the forbidden sky.

A barrier is blocking

their entrance, and

nothing can break through.

Yet, it is time.

Where is the rattle?

Who can hear it?

Such big hands.

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