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S. Santorus

S. Santorus

Kill

Death is peace,

death is silence,

death is final.

There can be no further pain.

But there can be no further hope.

Is it better in death?

Or worse?

The finality

Or

The Fear?

Rest, or

Fatigue?

Nothingness, or

Loneliness?

(2014)

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