You know of all the things in the Universe
Death is the most selfish
It snatches you ultimately to itself
Baring nothing to anyone
Just bits and pieces of memories
If you were lucky to love people
Else it cruelly digs its claws
Into every fiber of your being
Plucking all the beautiful things
from you
And the loss resonates
with everyone who is alive
and witness you going far away
Then they wish death upon themselves
But, you know the funny thing about Death
It doesn't come in pairs
It only picks one
and leave the rest to tumble and fall
in the abyss of loneliness
Marking a sense of absence
everywhere it smiles
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