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Death

I may be inferior, but my quest is the same,

A quest of uncontrollable passion:

I may be small, but compared to some I am very tall

My relevance is a worry of life here-after

A compromise I must find myself.

The senseless void gapes despairingly above

In a never ending bottomless pit

That destines one to be close to another

And cries our "Child."

In tones of gray awareness and deep intensity

Seeming hyperions of change in mood

Will possess my life one by one.

A shortage of breath will seize my tissues

On finding love compassionate

I will die!