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When life stops giving.

Tapestries of moss gather up their forces;  
furled curls of jade latch onto soil,  
bones gazing up from underneath.  
 
Withered silhouettes framed by an ebbing glow  
hold resignation letters and wings firm in hand,  
singing out of loyalty for a memory lost.  
A misguided phenomenon,  
death harnessed.  
 
I asked the night: When will death stop taking?  
He turned his head away with a sigh dragged  
deep from the unlit depths of his knowledge,  
casting another shadow onto the gravestone  
which I kneel by.  
 
"When life stops giving"
Written by Scribbler12
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