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Death walks behind us from the day we're born.
He dogs our feet
and though we would carry on, one
day we'll turn and meet
him in our tread
and follow him instead.
He dogs our feet
and though we would carry on, one
day we'll turn and meet
him in our tread
and follow him instead.
Just a little poem I came up with to write on a drawing I'm doing at the moment. I thought I'd put it up here as well.
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