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The Saddest Death

To die ,

without ever falling in love,

is the saddest death

of them all.


It’s a thought

that haunts

me.


And it happens all the time,

doesn’t it?


Souls taken too soon–

maybe they’ll find love

somewhere

above

the moon.


-C.H.

 
 
 

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